Guys, Iโm literally detecting seismic activity. I never wanted to rock with anyone more than I want to with Carl. That perfect, chiseled body. Those bountiful hills. The majestic mountains of a literal god. It honestly fucking hurts knowing that I'll never rock with him, pass my sediment through him, and have him birth a set of perfect hot springs. I'd do fricking ANYTHING for the chance to get Carlโs rocks off. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to fricking bear. Why would Supercell create something so perfect? To fricking tantalize us? Fricking laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just fricking can't anymore. Frick.
๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ต๐. ๐๐ฝ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ