I believe we're okay for now, but I noticed that "the toots" sounds worryingly similar to "the troops"
The responsibility to fix this matter falls upon the wretched troops, who must quit being imperialist troops, which would enable everybody else to enjoy their wholesome toots.
So, to our troops, I say: please do your moral duty and get cracking to fix this shit, you goddamn fucking coward troops.
My mom just found out about the catacombs I've been using as my secret hideout and she's so pissed, you guys. She found all the chambers filled with bones she thought I had gotten rid of and she says we're gonna talk about this when dad gets home. Probably gonna get my phone taken away for a while
Horses can wear jorts too. [[THIS IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS]]