The only thing that stops the dust is the rain. It’s a sweet reprieve, but there is no middle ground. The land is either as dry as the Betty Ford clinic, or as wet as the ocean floor. Everything can be seen from the ridge overlooking Armadillo as John Marston gently bounces along atop...
Suck that A+, haters. Go play your garbage. While we play this. And quit being IGNoobs. Who drag down scores for the sake of fanboyism. While we who keep it real, the truly GReat people, laugh at your life, and piss on your grave.
That is all.
( Original poetry by the great all-knowing squid-octopus, Squidward Tentacles de Ting. )