THE ENEMY IS GOLFCARTS AAAAAAAAAAH
ok lemme explain myself
When I was little I went with my dad to his school on the weekend. We were on the enemy. He was checking around, and I was standing up on the enemy. He got back on the enemy and started driving. I was still standing. I fell off and hit my head. Now when I ride I golf cart I grip it for dear life. And today my teacher was joking we should ride our school golf cart back to class and I had a panic attack. That's when I realized I had ptsd. Ok
Share your ptsd we me
If your with me on golf carts, LETS KILL EM ALL
snuggle in tight my birds!
Bye bye