Puppy covered in IRON SPIKES FROM PRUSSIA.
I think of you as the cute young ruffian, an urchin of the streets, soot on your face, holding your hat and looking up at these "super" members with big round eyes. And they pet you and say its all gunna be ok, and it is, for you take the advice of drunken Texan uni students.
Really? whats the deal with STFS anyway?
Hey Strike, dont forget, tonights our night...
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