我的地下室里有死去的犹太人!!

Grand Rizzard

Counterfit and Homosexual

#Ratpack

A horse walked into a bar. The bartender asked, "Why the long face?". The horse did not respond. The horse stood there and stared into the bartender's eyes. No words were exchanged. The bartender felt his back give weigh as he fell to the floor. Dark, black hands began to grab at him, poking him, scratching him, and they began to drag him down to the depths. His screams were filled with agony. He thrashed around trying to escape the inevitable, but it was no use. He was soon gone, the bar quiet, not a sound. The horse stood there, and smiled.