I mean u aight n shii

carry me daddy

smelly

signed by r301

Patchie, patchie; wherefore art thou Patchie, o’patchie comst thy now? Better bequeathed am I to find, A missing computer, than no patchie of mine. Nights awake, rumination so deep Forlorn ist me, for I cannot sleep. Strange men bellowing in my selection screen, Perhaps patchie is nearer than he may seem? Fall I finally, fast asleep And dream I of Feitoria, a land so sweet. Then I stir, I wake and I weep, O-please patchie when shall we meet? Nonetheless I return to my slumber, And think I of the Dev Team’s number. Small yet powerful, humble yet keen And know I patchie makes haste to my screen.