SG just threw down the gauntlet.
Proper dueling pistols at ten paces. Meet me behind the cafeteria at dawn, or high noon, or the stroke of midnight . . . you get the point.
SG just threw down the gauntlet.
Proper dueling pistols at ten paces. Meet me behind the cafeteria at dawn, or high noon, or the stroke of midnight . . . you get the point.
Horsehead
"like a gnarly dog on PCP with gold teeth biting your face."