Disband the standing army.
Stop using Google.
[Posting from a bunker under siege in war-ravaged Portland. Send beer and prayers, but mostly beer.]
[[No IPAs, thanks.]]
[[[Actually, don't send beer, I don't trust your tastes.]]]
What happened to his hair? My God.
What happened to his hair? My God.
Even if I had pics of myself in my account (I honestly don't remember), that'd be a fuck no. They don't even bother to pretend to have privacy protections for this.
Even if I had pics of myself in my account (I honestly don't remember), that'd be a fuck no. They don't even bother to pretend to have privacy protections for this.