÷as i see the first gloomy rays øf søl pøke their detestable blinding fingers øut frøm the øther side øf this little ugly marble we live øn, there are ønly three letters which i think øf as i witness the dawning øf yet anøther hørrid day.
÷FML÷
÷i can’t believe i’m even døing this. i’m ønly døing it because everyøne has been sø annøying. IT’S NØT LIKE ANYØNE WØULD EVER BØTHER READING THIS STUPID THING ANYWAY!÷
hey, i’m reading it dude! :)
though, is there…
÷sørry, can’t talk abøut it here; they’re listening. ask me øn pesterchum, if yøu want tø knøw. the truth hurts.÷
÷it døesn’t get much better than this÷
÷the federøv avtømat is the cløsest thing tø an assault rifle this side øf 1939. it is the høly grail øf wørld war 1 guns. just thinking abøut it makes me feel a little warm inside.÷
÷the aø-38 is like the rifle equivalent øf viagra. i cøuld make løve tø it all day; a limited-recøil gun in the 1960s way ahead øf its time.÷
