and then I executed them to put the fear of god in them.

The title is something jack said the other night after killing the chickens in CoD.
I wrote it down;
he didn't understand why I thought it was funny.


some things are just too tortuous to be allowed to exist. I really wish I didn't care so much about some things. I shouldn't care. but everyone else does and I can't stop them.




does anyone read my blog?





no.