PsyOps
Pixelated
Lotta parking room behind them internets, too.
Confessing?
Lotta parking room behind them internets, too.
Confessing?
Taking communion. Lol
Go home, say 3 'holy smokes' and one 'Hail to the Redskins'.
I renounced my faith as a superstition and owe mr. Snyder thanks for helping me to see the errors of my ways. Now, I'm a humble observer.
I always knew that team was a figment of my imagination.
But remember how real it used to feel?
It was all a dream. Now it's a nightmare.