Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24852191-20151004233502


 * My eyes take a star struck form as I take in the news. I take a deep swallow and turn and rest my hands on a crate. Then, all of a sudden, I slam my right fist on the crate. I grab it and flip it over.

Me: Noooooo! Why! Why!


 * I collapse to the floor and beggin balling, again.