"Fucketh Around Findeth Out"Should you bring an ax to a pie fight? Probably.
Bitch don't try me. "Don't you dare try me," ax held tight, In shadows cast, I stand and fight. A sentinel's gaze, unyielding stare, Challenges met with a daring flare. Each swing, a testament of will, A silent promise, a silence to instill. With weapon firm, my stance decree, "Don't you dare try me," and you shall see. |