So how does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? (I guess seven nukes do make a clear border, huh?)
My bad, but its my duty to always reference it. (They mail me some fanta ever time I do it, which is wierd, i never gave them my address, and I’m afraid what will happen if i stop)
I will note, while I find my namesake’s story interesting, I do quibble on the benefits of bombardment by multiple-reentry thermonuclear warheads.
It’s definitely a controversial subject. But there may be some benefits to v2, like me not needing to wake up for work lol
So how does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? (I guess seven nukes do make a clear border, huh?)
I believe you have the wrong psychopath in an experimental plane.
My bad, but its my duty to always reference it. (They mail me some fanta ever time I do it, which is wierd, i never gave them my address, and I’m afraid what will happen if i stop)
Mmmmm orange