I NEED MORE BULLETS ! ! ! !
SOMEONE.......ANYONE ! ! !
MORE BULLETS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! !
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Ok.. this is Myles's wife.
I just found him lying in a dark corner, sucking his thumb in a puddle of his own urine.
All he would say to me was........Nah...pure....Nah....pure. And something about cheetos?
What did yall do to him? It took three glasses of STRAIT Yellow coolaide before he would sit up and stop defacating on himself.
Now that's funny stuff