Somos distintos Somos diferentes Yo estoy muerto y tú estas viva. Pero si yo estoy muerto ¿Por qué siento cosas en el estómago? Al verte recorrer aquellas calles solitarias y destrozar descaradamente los sesos de los de mi especie, me hace sentir cosas que nunca he sentido desde que recuerdo. ¿Por qué? Tan solo espero...
After the suicide of Eric Cartman, he leaves behind tapes for every person that has done him wrong. Butters Stotch received the tapes at his doorsteps, waiting for his reason, and deals with everybody else on the tapes, wondering what will conclude of them.
Are you a bitch? Are you in love with Eric Cartman? Do you enjoy reading fanfcition so you can pretend someone loves you? If one or all of these things sound like you, then you might be interested in therapy, but therapy is expensive so read this if you're poor.