AppalachianSkies' Clan

Yes, I remember the good old times. When we delighted in our youthful ignorance and repeated sneeze-like gestures as we danced to the beautiful tune of our laughter and 'old town road'. I remember our wonderful innocent games of soul stealing and snee knatching, and how we once yeeted around in joy. I also remember our sorrow and strife, also known as IDRP. We suffered so greatly, racing to write our rushed essays and weeping mournfully over bad grades. But once IDRP was done, we so joyfully yeeted our portfolios into the flames of our bad roast battles. Yes, life has been a good one, although I regret not expanding my neck collection by getting more necks. Indeed, I believe that is the greatest regret of us all.
but now I am but a shriveled old prune
yet still so noob