As I don't really give a shit about the Church, they're welcome to organise themselves under whatever leagues they choose without incurring my irritation.
I can assure you that I don't care one bit what they do with you or where they send you.
I am now faced with the frightening thought that Tricky and I will be stuck on our own island together. In other news There’s this
Chicago: Throwing it out there.
That's a very dystopian conclusion to draw chic. Although we could at least burn your comics to stay warm.
You could but then you would be stuck having to talk to me as there would be nothing much else to do other than kill each other and then die of loneliness.
Chicago: Easing the pain
I think I might set fire to the comics all together, and jump on.
I’ll bring beer….
Chicago: Firestarter.
Not sure about the last sentence, but the rest described the PGMOL perfectly I hink.
