Sash.lame is a lesbian artist named Sasha, they're slowly going psychotic and should probably get help, she will help you with your problems before she ever deals with her own, she's either online 24/7 or completely dead and will not respond to your message for another 10 hours but when she does you'll most likely read "sorry broski I've been busy" or "psst, you awake broski? " Please take the word bro away from Sasha. Here's how an average conversation with Sash.lame would be like
Sash.Lame: Broski I swear to God I'm going insane
Sash.Lame: lmao guess who passed out again
Sash.Lame: I don't know what the fuck happened but apparently I've been asleep for 2 days
Sash.lame: BROOOO, I ALMOST GOT EATEN BY A FUCKING RACCOON
sash.lame: I want to fucking kill myself Sash.Lame: GUESS WHO JUST MADE ANOTHER TRAUMATIZED MOTHERFUCKER
A loyalist song well known to anyone residing in Norn Iron, as well as to many people in Scotland, particularly Glasgow
It was old but it was beautiful, and the colours they were fine,
It was borne at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne,
And me father wore it in his youth in the bygone days of yore,
And on the 12th I love to wear the sash my father wore.