The Birth and Death of the Finance Bro. It was a Sunday, late afternoon. The sun would set in a few hours, and I was tired and hungry. The road was under construction, and, amidst the confusing road signs and skeletal pavement, I, trying to pull out of a parking lot, t-boned a van. We pulled over, and the driver stepped out. He was foreign, confused and instantly apologetic despite the situation being entirely my fault. Ldquo;Should we notify the police? Rdquo; I asked.

Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 4 Years. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! The Mun.

Добре дошли в нашия свят. If you are a human and are seeing this field, please leave it blank.

Luck, hard work, and other rants. I end this with the following piece of entertainment from Adult Swim.

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