Jesus like a big giant fart.All huffing and puffing and boom all over in a jiffy.Everyone then leaves.At least i tell ppl when im leaving ,even if i did come back but then again i guess i didnt dribble the place with shite that makes a chunky steak sandwich look like a pile of deceased cows manure.
And your point was?I didnt get it.Fuck what was all that fighting and dribble about?Was there a prize?
I predicted alot here and all came true.I make Nostradamus look like an aged hobby horse with dementia.Ah well.

Forever yours in harmonious paradise,
Westside.