In my tribe, that reads: 5 pounds of high fructose corn syrup. It's known as the "death card."
Your tribe is evil. Your gods are inferior. My tribe will make war and enslave your tribe. Hopefully, my tribal warriors will fare better than the Padres this season.
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.