Commander Chris
Commander Chris by seinfeld11 July 15, 2019
commander chris
Commander Chris is the one who goes above the rest he is a step up from god himself a man who owns the best empire one that helps friendlies and kills enemies one that is also a step above the best them self. Commander Chris is a hero of undecidable quality a man who can only be labeled as "the Best" This mans real name is Chris, His friends call him Commander Chris and his enemies whimper when they see him hot girls think about this man at night. He enjoys anime cat girls and hanging with friends, Commander Chris is the best there ever was and will be there is no way in hell someone else could even be better then this man.
Damn Commander Chris is the coolest i strive to be like him-Guys, Man Commander Chris is so hot I want to fuck him - Girls
commander chris by Commander Chris April 23, 2018
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You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)