I am not built for this posting shit. I was born to be a lurker catching up on hells o' sweet memes and keeping up with the current times, not desperately clinging on to the crumb trail left by the semi-truck carrying attention through lonely town barreling through the buildings like the driver just got twelve metric tons of fuck-you ice dropped down his pants. That is to say, I should just go out and talk to my friends instead. But nooooo. Jake "insists". Insists he says, that I do this. I am a *good* fucking boyfriend.
Kult: +10
Kull: +5
Total: 15
Ratio: 2.00