‘Fire, Water, Burn’ by the Bloodhound Gang for the curious.

Some of us paid good money to be bullied by titmice.

They didn’t even have tufts when I was a lad.

It was an hour walk to the nearest dungeon, and we were thankful for it.

Back then the Cat O’ 9 Tails only had seven because the Kaiser took two of em’ when… :zzzzzzzzzzz:

“What’s up you guys? This is Tater-Todd and welcome to my four hour deep dive into the Disturbing History of the Yukon Gold Potato…”

Everyone knows that hope, prayers, and fairy bites are all you need to stay healthy.