One hundred and thirty-third week
paid.
Thank you again, supreme leader, for your flawless timing.
Supreme Leader, your filthy, moustachioed, lustful Italian acolyte salutes you.
The Queen of Foxes guides us.
The Queen of Foxes teaches us.
The Queen of Foxes protects us.
In your light, we thrive.
In your mercy, we are sheltered.
In your wisdom, we are humbled.
We live only to serve.
Our lives (+wives, + holes) are yours.
Let's timely start the shenanigans, admiring the the beauty of our Supreme Leader driving her 911 up to the mountains.
