Behold the field in which I grow my fucks, lay thin eyes upon it and thou shall see that it is barren.Also, kindly cease thy endless babble,for thy voice offendeth mine would more than a wet sock on a winter's morn and thy words reek of stupidity most foul.
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو