Christ. The guns help, too.
Only true answer.
Christ. The guns help, too.
Only true answer.
Fusion of low intelligence, knives, coffee, cigarettes, and overworked guardian angel.
Amen
Irish, Honest, and Gods Grace.
Go with God.
I cure bacon.
My ability to put up with shit. Only goes so far though and it's not always a superpower.
What's my superpower, you ask. Heh pushes up sunglasses ruffles trench coat I notice things
I can turn virtually any feral cat into a sweet affectionate pet. OK, go ahead and laugh now, but where will you be when the cats take over? We'll see who's laughing then...
I can dodge things I can’t even see coming. Like a ninja, wah!
Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm constantly dodging things that other people can't even see. And they call me weird. We'll see who's laughing in the end...
I'm White; specifically Celtic, Germanic and Slavic.
Family.
Hard fucking work.
Intelligence.
Ability to perfectly control my eyebrows individually.
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