I am popping zyns and listening to German marching music in the Nuremberg court room.

The Cromwell posting will continue until morale increases

This is why I am not invited to nice places anymore

The Crackhead at the intersection watching me put 3 Canadian quarters, half a Whataburger patty melt, an empty Zyn container, and a Chick tract in his donation box

It’s Messerschmitt Monday