It's Willy, the thrusting farmer of Manchester! I can't exactly remeber how this guy was made, so... Sock! Add witty description here!
Hooray for autocratic leadership of blogs!!
now bow
Edit: sock's description...
It was a late misty night. And three dashingly handsome muscular men were standing outside in the drizzling rain. I seem to remember we were discussing the finer things in life, such as philosophy and hats, holding red wine and smoking sushi.
Then myself, the most dashingly handsome of all was like.
"A herpderpderpderp?"
and Flappy, whispered dramatically.
"A herpy derp."
Finall, our good friend daviods, uttered two fateful words.
"Herp derp."
and so....
This. [sic]
Then myself, the most dashingly handsome of all was like.
"A herpderpderpderp?"
and Flappy, whispered dramatically.
"A herpy derp."
Finall, our good friend daviods, uttered two fateful words.
"Herp derp."
and so....
This. [sic]
It was a late misty night. And three dashingly handsome muscular men were standing outside in the drizzling rain. I seem to remember we were discussing the finer things in life, such as philosophy and hats, holding red wine and smoking sushi.
ReplyDeleteThen myself, the most dashingly handsome of all was like.
"A herpderpderpderp?"
and Flappy, whispered dramatically.
"A herpy derp."
Finall, our good friend daviods, uttered two fatfully words.
"Herp derp."
and so....
This.