These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
There will not be another election. We now live under a dictatorship.
He says that, I’m still hanging on that between now and that day something, anything could happen. Sure he won the vote, but I’ve yet to meet the person who would sit idly if he declares himself dictator.