It was a cool, but dry, cloadless night, I had decided to offer some wine to the gods, when all of the sudden, the wind picks up a mighty huff, out of nowhere.
Is there some form of interpitation of this? Does it mean anything?
Mine always seem to make some form of sense.
I once got bitten by a zombie and died, turned into a zombie, thought to myself "I shall not die!" and ripped he zombies throat out with my teeth.
Is there no way to fix it?
I don't think you should have that statue outside if you ever plan on a babysitting job.
It screams "I heard you just had a baby?" "oh yes it was delicious!"
Are my punchs not worth ****?
Seriously, its like hitting them with a bag or marshmellows.
Pissess me off, that everything kills me so easily (I can actually die without waking up)
Why do my punchs suck?