Strange Times is pissed. Not the usual kind of pissed either. Usually we can fix that by throwing some steak seasoning in orphan eyes. But today
, hoooh boy. We are ready to let the world have it. We're more mad than that time we caught our wives in bed with an Olympic team of firefighting rockstars. If only there were a way to take out our aggression. A way to relieve some of this stress that doesn't involve strangling our wangles.
While walking solemnly across town, kicking cans and pouting at our reflections in every storefront, we heard sounds of a tussle coming from within a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Entering the building, we were immediately hit with dozens of stern stares. A group of men, varying in age and shape, covered in bodily fluids and trying desperately to act nonchalant.
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Look at asses much, guy on the right? |
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