Ode to testosterone

I once wore armour.
I would hunt animals,
with teeth as long as my arm.
I would chase adventure,
to the four corners of the world.
We carried speers.
We were killed, or be killed.
And all that mattered, was survival

Time to become man.... again!

-- Bavaria

ROOAARRR. haha. this is the spirit, isn't it Songul? :D You are right. :P Vreemd genoeg voel ik me een stuk beter.

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