I'm not. I'm here to be nice. like a little angel

...or a kitten

or a lawn mower...

Which reminds me, one time when I was about 14 I ran over a baby rabbit with the lawnmower. It was a riding lawnmower, and the seat was duct-taped together, attracting pine needles and sticking to my legs in a pretty annoying way. It was a big yard, and I didn't notice until I looped back around and saw the pile of gore. I kept on mowing right past the scattered fluff and meat and even though the world felt a little colder at least I didn't notice the seat for a while.

This is what the comments section is for, no?

ah, no, @ 1 thru Five
never Comment like
that again.

on the other Hand
there's a FuckTonne
of Vacant Land so have at 'er.

you too can
be a Sooner!

and Now ya got
Me doin' it.

damn.