Wahh... wahh. I'm so suicidal, guys. I'm suicidal... for QUIZNO'S SUBS!
Roland Quizno made another clockwise turn with the stick. both ends of a rope were attached to it, and through the eye of it was his wife's head and neck. "That'll teach you to reduce the size of the buns by a third," he said quietly, but with enough pitch to ring past her choked gurgles, the scraping of her fingernails against the bathroom stall.
bfabbh i'm drunk
Roland Quizno made another clockwise turn with the stick. both ends of a rope were attached to it, and through the eye of it was his wife's head and neck. "That'll teach you to reduce the size of the buns by a third," he said quietly, but with enough pitch to ring past her choked gurgles, the scraping of her fingernails against the bathroom stall.
bfabbh i'm drunk