A grandmartial artist. I apologise for any lost brain cells.
I don't have any Arab friends, so it doesn't matter.
To a retail store.
ITT: comments about my dink, and people who can't search
Boy: No Girl: I'm The Principal's Daughet. Boy: Do You Know Who i am Boy: Good (Walks Away)
Something racist, probably.
When the damn coffin lid falls and hits you in the head.
Kung food (Don't hurt me, I know it's bad)
Wing Chun
Shneakoff ( I apologise, this is my first ever post so I'm using that as my excuse)