Russia.
Then: Nuclear state. Worldwide superpower. Threat to democratic rule.
Now: Paying toothless bums to have cold, distant sex with mildly disfigured women in abandoned lots.
In case you needed another excuse to turn off the computer, pull the cable out of the wall, and huddle in the closet, clutching your bewildered children and sobbing uncontrollably for the next five hours.
Unless, you know, untreated skin lesions are your kinda thing. Rowr.
AHAHAHAHAHA. CALLING ALL POSERS.
Man, I wanna look super kewlies for the Linkin Park concert on Friday, but my STOOPID MAWM won't let me get that tattoo of Calvin totally taking a leak on the whole planet for the show! WEAK! I was totally not gonna clean my room OR do the dishes. Then, I found SLEEVES.
I locked braces with Leslie Weaselface AND Cold Sore Wanda, and that was just during the opening act! My days of "indescribable" Livejournal entries and piccies of myself on DeviantArt crying and bleeding in the corner are OVER. And I owe all seven of my pubic hairs to YOU. Thanks, Sleeves!
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