Mother—
With bated breathe, our troops arrived at the gates of destiny. The Dairy Platoon was stifled as our unit was armed with lactase pills.
As the last of the candlelight flickered, Lt. Moore recovered the aerial ballistic. The Frenchman, LaFleur, bent his knee.
Yours.
—CW
Mother—
Victory hath been secured! The antidotes distributed to the public for lactase in the water supply proved vital in the waning moments.
A civilian secured a dairy-shredding device amidst the height of battle.
The knees of the enemy are bent.
Good. Better. Best.
—CW
My boy never doubted us for a min even when I was ready to turn the shit off 😭😭😭 LARRY and it’s always and still fuck the packers I’ll take that one all day long
That’s the definition of #BearDown