With all the fucked up shit I keep seeing around this town, I guess they could exist.
Appendix rupturing attempting cockholsters.
Wait, what?
Fucking campfire stories. Or maybe not. Shit..
God damned zombies, I swear the beach is fucking /swimming/ with them. And that fucking storm? FUCK THAT NOISE.
These.. I like, Sugar and spice and you fucking know everything nice.. Least from what I have seen and touched upon of them.. Or so I thought. Fuck you and your dream of deception. I hope the dream dies..
