Piss

hay sexy

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down,
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

buddy guuyyy

where have you been mane

damit everytime I get on steam it says you were online 1 hour ago lol