With exe and pardons and stuff
Not that I think youāre actually town somehow but itād be nice to know youāre trying in the right way
Just click to the top and click on my head, and scroll down to the bottom of my ISOs. Itās literally the same what I posted earlier
I can say im Bd and can prove it
now dont prod me further
Thatās not how proving works - Han Solo 2015
wait 2015
please stop fucking pr fishing
Scum Reads
Cheesy
Frost
Lul thanks
Frost exe already, now we are just stalling
And probably insanity
B u t w h y ?
We arenāt going to magically vote them because you sed so
Also fucking scumreading the unconvertable un ccād cop MM THATāS SOME GOOD READS
Cheesy because he has posted little in the game
Frost because they have generally acted like scum this entire game
thatās cheesyās entire meta
try again
āFrost is scum be he is scumā
10/10
And Insanity because there is no reason as to why host didnāt flip memesky unless it was a direct punishment toward scum
How have they acted like scum? I think Frost is scummy but mislynch bait but youāre going to need to explain more than that
Hello darkness, my old friend
Iāve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Unconvertable not ccād