Hetfield 21:04
I was in depression last night and nothing helped me. I decided to go to church. Well, I came, I see - an announcement: demanding singers, workers, and just assistants. I approach from the best of my motivations and ask: ready to help, do you need me? Do you have a Moscow registration? not there? When there is, come here. And here I was covered with coaxil, let me roast! There is no place for gastrabytes in paradise, without a Moscow license they are not taken there! I will die, I will go to the cleansing place, and there they will cry against me: to hell, to hell. Arrived here...