Turn The Fan on!
Come on, someone turn that fan on, it stinks in here like Raul. He's dead and bloated, and all I smell is funk. It's not going to bring him back if we leave the fan on for god's sake.
Come on, someone turn that fan on, it stinks in here like Raul. He's dead and bloated, and all I smell is funk. It's not going to bring him back if we leave the fan on for god's sake.
Just want a lovely Hugh.
How does the guy in the background have nicer shoes than me being in such a shit hole country?
I hope he stopped crying like a bitch eventually, we all in the desert getting shot at.