Respuestas al mensaje #6,809

It's hard to Tweet when you're unconscious on the floor, an empty bottle of NyQuil clutched in your gigantic clawlike hand. When he wakes up...

He's holding his snarls in until he gets home, so he can unleash it in one giant blast at Frank. The shockwave will flatten every house in a ten...

Put John on suicide watch, people.

It's the calm before the storm (of tweets)