when i was around 5 i asked my mom why “some people were different colors” and she said “because god wanted lots of flavors” and let me tell you that was the wrong thing to say because for the next 3 years i thought god ate people when they died
Mirkwood more like Jerkwood,
Yes, lets go fight magneto. in my metal wheelchair, via my metal airship, with my metal wolverine to protect me. i see no way this could ever go wrong.
are there any spirits listening
haha nice whats up :P
trying to contact my dead grandmother
cool cool so what would u be doing if i was alive right now lol