Tuesday, March 31, 2015

If my enemies want to make their own version of this where the Marguerite of fame is as tall as the woman whose head is circled, go right ahead. I wish they would. I could use a good laugh. 

But no, they won't because if they did, they would see how ridiculous it looks. So, they'll remain in bloodied silence. It's what the bloodied do in situations like this.  

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