Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-33749618-20171224214106/@comment-14287031-20171225125457

Irma’s glasses faded into her face, no matter how hard she tried to pull them off, she couldn’t. Her gray hair was cold, and became light blue. And in the midst of all of this, she turned into an ice cube.

Godiva layed onto Thomas and said “I can’t beliece this, Thomas. It’s another infection.” as she changed.

(You do Golf Ball, I do Tennnis Ball.)