Dear diary,
TeckXKnight has been strangled in his post count sleep, and a dark shadow now stalks borka's dreams.
Or nightmares.
jorb wrote:Dear diary,
TeckXKnight has been strangled in his post count sleep, and a dark shadow now stalks borka's dreams.
Or nightmares.
jorb wrote:Dear diary,
TeckXKnight has been strangled in his post count sleep, and a dark shadow now stalks borka's dreams.
Or nightmares.
jorb wrote:Dear diary,
TeckXKnight has been strangled in his post count sleep, and a dark shadow now stalks borka's dreams.
Or nightmares.
sabinati wrote:get cucked, OP
sabinati wrote:I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
jorb wrote:sabinati wrote:I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a week now... waiting for a mission... getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
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