My version of the Roses are Red Poem in MW3:
I thought Soap could trust you. And so did I too. So WHY IN BLOODY HELL DOES MAKAROV KNOW YOU?!
My version of the Roses are Red Poem in MW3:
I thought Soap could trust you. And so did I too. So WHY IN BLOODY HELL DOES MAKAROV KNOW YOU?!
Listen here, bud. This dude wrote a "roses are red" poem about the game "MW3." He's all upset because Soap thought he could trust someone, but then Makarov, the bad guy, knows that someone. It's like finding out your best friend is secretly friends with your worst enemy. I know that you are probably familiar with that.
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Ron moment