

Me and this dame have a date with destiny.
She walked into my place, all long legs and short temper. She asked if I wanted to go and shoot something.
Of course I did. But first, we needed to solve a mystery, the mystery of the French Hen. Why is she sassy? Why is she the boss? Why is she capable of melting hearts with a single bawk? A true femme fatale, dressed in black and wearing a raspberry beret; the kind you find on a pretty chick-en.
Yes, until we could discover what had this hen in such a mood, there would be no shooting, no fighting, no fun.
I suspect the answer lies in biscuits, but dare we risk our fingers to find out?
No, no, it isn’t the person that did anything wrong.
Be angry at reddit for fucking over their users and laying claim to what those users wrote as reddit’s property.
Fuck leaving up anything that supports a company like that