Yay, more dead dads, brothers and husbands so chickenhawks like Ern can feel like a tough guy. You're not tough, Ern. You're just an asshole. (View Post)
When I was a kid, we called them "wind storms." And we played in them until dark, at least, cause you had to be retarded to get crushed by a tree or harmed by flying debris. (View Post)