[Carlton]

Originally Posted by 32green

Somewhere a doddering, mute, pale little man with small hands is collecting all your posts and lovingly placing them in a leather bound book. One day, when he feels the time is right, he will undertake a journey to your home, where, after responding to a faint knocking at your door, you will find the tome, wrapped in parchment, on your steps.

As you look up, you will be blinded by a whooshing concussion of flame as the little man self immolates in tribute to all that crap....you said.

His choking screams will form one last sentence

"You were wrong about Woodhead. Thaaaaaaaats riiiiiiiiiiiiiii"



Thankee.

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Holy LOLGFY!