Talking childhood stories with a friend and I told her about the time I was like, 8 or so, and got a severe cut on my leg that cut a vein, the worst part, aside from my mum’s BF punching an orderly, was the fact that I lost so much blood, the baby pink bath… Continue reading This is not a post and the cake is a lie.
Game: You cannot open this door without a key. Me: See, I have this grenade launcher and… Game: No. You need a key. Me: But I also have this lock pick set so I was thinking… Game: No! You can’t! It’s a key, a gold key with this crown on it, real old timey looking.… Continue reading This is not a post and the cake is a lie.