With each stroke of my blade, i shall paint the fields red
This... will be my masterpiece
Posted by: Grammar Cop
Posted by: AeonPhantom
Posted by: Grammar Cop
Posted by: AeonPhantom
Posted by: Grammar Cop
*arrests AeonPhantom*
Grammar is your friend.
dammit
i cant go to prison again you cant make me! Life sentence for you!
No! Blasphemy! Where is my lawyer? *Throws in jail*
'Tis Witchcraft I tell you! Heresy! You shall burn for this, fool! GAAAAAH!! *le buttrapedinjail*