My tribe hugs trees, has free sex and wonders what a "Padre" is.
You will lose, evil warrior.
We have cookies, too.
Free sex and cookies?!
Can I join your tribe? I wish I wondered what a "Padre" is too
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.