FUCK YOU, MEAT CIRCUS

There, had to get that out of the way. Love Boyd's level so much.

FAMEDROP:

I did the scratch vocal tracks for the wrestling announcer, and Tim was trying to get my voice to go high enough to do some kids too, but I was too embarrassed.

The the truth is sleeping in a glass box. G-men, I thought you worked for Boyd. They're dialing in through the optics. Someone moved into Boyd's neighborhood, uninvited. The dairy industry, squirrels and all those stupid crows are involved. His house is clean. Where is the boss? Boyd's the guard.

Boyd was wrong about one thing, the fire did not start in men's wear.

I really need to get around to finding a copy of this game.

I am a grieving widow.