Here at the FireCrow compound we don't mess around. We think tough, we talk tough, and when the going gets tough, we fuck something up. Like my neighbor. I raised my kids to be tough too. Fed'em beef jerky, and this stuff.
They never complained, asked for more in fact. That's my boy on the label. He loved that shit, made him tough.
Anyway, about that Clue Train. It shows up once in awhile here at the Big Orange.
If you don't have a damn thing to do, or you feel like wasting 3 minutes of your life, or if you just can't not know what I'm talking about, make the jump, I'll tell you about it.
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