| lake_of_mustard | ||
| el hammo |
I stand not assuaged by the tin light, you are nothing but a sticky fish taste on my cutlass. The grime of my maker is the brine of sky. Untold secrets unleash their power and split your muffin, fork-like. Brace up, for the battle will be enjoined. dornick cometh. |
021113 |
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| laCK of mustard | gimme some fuckin honey_mustard or i'm gonna die | 021114 |
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| hjemroic | created_in_ham's_image | 021210 |
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| minnesota_chris | Paddling around in my bratwurst dugout canoe, mmmm. | 021210 |