My loins are burning, Paul. This is a match made in the fires of hell.
My loins are burning, Paul. This is a match made in the fires of hell.
The news of Rye's banning spread like wildfire, man. My head was burning with rage, like an uncontrollable everlasting match ignited for all eternity. I demand justice, before I raze the earth with fire and take justice for Rye and for myself.![]()
Just wait. It'll happen.
Quite so. :mog:
wow, that was a little jenova-esque. rye threatened me via pm. wasnt very intimidating.
Oh gods, why? ಥ_ಥ
The only way to settle this is with a hip hop dance off.
oh no.
Oh gods, why? ಥ_ಥ