About the design
on September 6, 2011
Oh man, I thought we were friends. Then you fly over my house, all wonky-like, and poop multiple times on my roof. You know that's where I always sit. And type. And pretend I'm a fighter pilot! In fact I live more on the roof of my house than I even do inside my house, and you know it, and what do you do? You poop all over it! You're such a crappy friend!