The baked mince pies fill the air as your feet crunch into the snow. Imagine if you never succeeded and sprain your ankle, the blood vessels draining. The crunchy leaves fill your mouth as you masticate and the cold breeze fills in. The seasons are coming, and-- POR TA MIERDA!!!
The baked mince pies fill the air as your feet crunch into the snow. Imagine if you never succeeded and sprain your ankle, the blood vessels draining. The crunchy leaves fill your mouth as you masticate and the cold breeze fills in. The seasons are coming, and-- POR TA MIERDA!!!