Old Grandma Hardcore

This blog is the chronicle of my experiences with Grandma, the video-game playing queen of her age-bracket and weight class. She will beat any PS2, XBox, GameCube, etc., console game put in front of her, just like she always has. These are her stories. She is absolutely real. She lives in Cleveland.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Sitting around, playing video games in the dark


The past month has been brutal. Grandma, stoically leveling up different classes in her Blue Dragon party, is waiting for me to come from work to tell me about something she read in EGM, about an e-mail from one of you, tell me about a part of whatever she's playing or to pass along a message from someone who called about a job- someone needs senior portraits done before some yearbook deadline; someone else liked a photo in the paper and looked me up for a copy, etc.,. and just to talk a little and find out about my day. She's waiting to tell me how, yet again, her doctors can't tell her what's wrong with her shoulder, why she was sick, when chest-pain is severe enough to call 911, which prescription drug is deteriorating her nervous system, and various other things about which they seem to have nothing to say.

I know this because Grandma is consistent. When I leave for work at 7:30am and finally come into the game room sometime around midnight, 1:00am, 2:00am, Grandma is always in her chair, listening for the sound of the keys hitting the desk; waiting for that thump of my camera gear hitting the floor, to arch her head around and say "hey! You made it home!"

She's always there, playing whatever she's into at the moment, waiting to say hello.

Lately, it's seemed as though we both had cause to worry that, when the day was over, one of us wouldn't be there to complete that perfect little ritual.

Earlier this month, on the way between assignments, a car pulled out in front of me on a back road. The thing cut out into the street like a deer from the woods; bolting from hiding the moment the beam of the headlights cuts away from its field of vision.

This was the result:


After the police had been called and my fingers stopped shaking, I was able to dial the house on my mobile. The first question my mom asked- "are you okay?"
-"Yes. I think so. The car is fucked up; Jesus Christ- it's gone. The wheel well, it's just.. Jesus fucking Christ..."
She didn't even hear anything past the word 'yes,' that's all she wanted to know. She didn't give a shit about the Jeep. While I was bawling into the phone about the car; the Jeep- that beautiful SUV that was the very first newish, non-clunker, dependable vehicle we had ever been fortunate enough to finally scrape enough together each month to afford- destroyed now no matter how careful I had been- she was talking to Grandma.
"Tim has been in an accident, said the car is gone."
-"Fuck the car, is he alright?" (like daughter- like mother)
"Yup."
And they were on their way.

With the Jeep awaiting insurance approval for repair, mom secured a rental car so she could get to and from work while I drove her car to my often sunrise to early morning shifts. Meanwhile, Grandma was stuck at the house without a vehicle until everything was resolved.

Being without a vehicle, especially for Grandma, produces a feeling that goes beyond boredom. She feels trapped. She can't go for walks because we live in a big house on top of a big goddamned hill that she wouldn't be able to ascend on foot on her best days. The kids are in school, mom is at work, I am at work, all she had left was her Wii, 360, PS3, broadband internet access, and a telephone. She needed a friend to talk to; or at least something to break the monotony.

So she got a dog.

She fell in love with a cream-white husky taken in by a rescue and made her decision that day.

Meet Grandma's dog:


Now, you know Grandma. You know her very well. You see a beautiful animal like that with its wolf-life back and kind face and you know of a recent, magnificent PS2 game featuring such a creature and you're already figuring out what she named it. You know EXACTLY what she named it. You would think you would, and so would I.

But you and I are wrong.

She named it fucking "SHILOH."

Shiloh! EVERYONE knows a dog named Shiloh. Neal Diamond wrote a song about it for fuck's sake. It's about original a dog name as "Sadie" or "Shadow." When I saw it I was about to playfully scold her for naming it Amaterasu or Shiranui or even just 'Okami' even though she didn't understand Japanese, but then she laid it on me. SHILOH.

Nevertheless, Shiloh is a great dog just perfect for Grandma. They love each other. He cries when she leaves the house. He's a powerful dog but he doesn't fight her. He is, without a doubt, Grandma's dog.

Now that Grandma had at least some companionship that didn't come from the speaker of a headset during a game of Catan, we kept up with our routines, undaunted by the accident; the kids drudgingly back in school, Grandma with her new friend plugging away at Blue Dragon, mom in her rental car plugging in her work week and me in her car plugging away at mine. Of course, when we're all so focused on keeping things as normal as possible with only one car of our own until the storm passes, a nasty wave is bound to toss our ship.

The inevitable occurred at last about a week ago.

On this particular day, Grandma was in pain. Severe pain. As our long time readers will know, she knows the drill. Chest pain = a trip to the emergency room, no questions asked. They see her immediately, do bloodwork, hook her up to heart monitors, eliminate the worst of scenarios one by one until they reach that shallow end of that Spectrum of Cause, at which point they shrug their shoulders and pass her along for followups with family doctors and a re-analysis of any prescription drug interactions and complications. She was tired of this predictable and often useless pattern of repetition. Pain, ER, tests, home, wait, doctor, nothing. Pain, ER, tests, home, wait, doctor, nothing. Pain, ER, tests, home, wait, doctor, nothing...

I was unreachable, on assignment somewhere that required quiet; the vibration or ringing of a cell phone would be enough to disrespect some politician or speaker or lecture. My cell phone was on silent. Not that it mattered, because instead of calling 911 and commencing the familiar pattern, she called her doctor first and asked what to do. No surprise there: "go to the ER!!" Then she called mom. "Call 911!" On chance, I arrived home to get some flash batteries just as the decision to finally call 911 was made.

Emergency vehicles arrived quickly (the cities and villages around here have excellent response times) and she was taken to the same hospital she's been to many times since the creation of this site, Robinson Memorial Hospital.

Like the other times, the time before a heart catheterization where we brought up her Xbox so she could play Psychonauts, or the time she played Size Matters on PSP so much that her stay seemed to fly by, everyone knew her name; the doctors, the nurses, everyone. Unlike those times before, however, it made her nervous. She didn't know if it was because of her small bit of fame or her familiar laugh or unique last name.. she began to think of it another way. She remembered stories from nurses about hypochondriacs, about how everyone at the hospital knew them because they were there so often, how sometimes they were there because they convinced themselves they were ill, or they did it for attention, or for company, or to debate with medical professionals to make themselves feel smart...

She got scared.

The pain she felt was real, she's had the surgeries, bloodwork, stress-tests, and a medicine cabinet filled with legitimate non-placebos sanctioned by many people who confirmed her medical problems, all of it vindicating her honesty to anyone who lazily raised their eyebrows to ask "well maybe it's psychosomatic..." But they had no answers. They couldn't tell her what was wrong, really. And everyone knew her name. She's been brushed aside to specialists, been prodded, poked, and scanned in more ways than is possible to view an environment in the entire Metroid series, and yet they only had a list of maybes and perhaps and possibly. And everyone knew her name. "Hi, Barb! Back again, huh? Still playing your video games?" "Hey! It's Old Grandma Hardcore again! Back to see us?" "Oh, I remember you! You're Barb!"

And everyone knew her name.

"I wonder what these people think of me" she said flatly as I sat next to her hospital bed, wondering if I read the schedule right; that my next assignment was in the same town as the hospital and that I had time to be there with her as she was going through this; and wondering who I would call if I didn't. Fucking hospitals with their 'no cell-phone' policies... "They do the same stupid shit every time I come here, and every time it's the same."
-"They're just as frustrated as you are when they can't figure out what's wrong."
"Yeah, I know. Still.. I wonder if they think it's all in my head."
-"Did it hurt today?"
"Yes I hurt today! It hurt like hell!"
-"When did it start happening?"
"When they put me on that fucking medication."
-"Did you tell them that?"
"I don't know if they even listen. I don't know anything about this shit, they're supposed to know."
-"Still. You should tell them."
"I know."


That night when I got home from work, she wasn't there waiting for the sound of the keys or the thump of the camera bag. It's not uncommon for the omission of something expected is just as jarring as something explicitly surprising. It was especially strange for her not to be in her chair that night. They had admitted her to the hospital proper. Apparently, she told somebody. They were looking into it. In some kind of misplaced sense of priorities, I knew that now would probably be the only time I would have to play any games I had missed over the weeks, but ironically enough- I was too tired. Besides, I knew that once she got out of that place, it would take her a little while to get back in track with where ever she was on the Blue Dragon second disc. RPGs are notably difficult to regain one's orientation within the story after a break. I didn't want to fuck around with that even further by putting BioShock or the Darkness in.

I was able to see her again the next day and again it was in between assignments. When I finally found the room up on the third floor, tucked away behind a bustling nurses station, I found her holding her arm, bleeding.
"What the fuck?!"
-"Forty goddamn minutes" she said, her eyes tearing up in panic. "I told them the thing had come loose or something and was spurting blood but she just said to put pressure on it. It's been forty minutes and no one has come in here to help me or clean it or anything." Her IV lock was still sticking out of her arm, a stream of slowly drying blood staining the blanket under it.
"Don't they know you're on fucking blood thinners?! Jesus!!" I went to find the chief nurse for that floor. I explained that she was taking motherfucking Coumadin to prevent blood clots, that she had a motherfucking alert tag hanging around her motherfucking neck explaining this and was told by her motherfucking doctors that if she ever had so much as a slightly deep cut on her motherfucking hand she could bleed to death. So here she was, after the idea that the smallest of cuts could be a big deal with that particular medication was pounded into her head, being told to hold her hand on the needle in her arm in an uncomfortable position, in pain, for forty goddamn minutes without anyone coming in, lest she bleed herself into shock.

They sent someone in right away, removed the IV and cleaned her up. I found out later that very soon after I had left, they said her stress-tests came back alright and she could go home to followup later with her doctor.

Pain, ER, tests, home, wait, doctor...

Now she is home. She just finished the second disc of Blue Dragon and is quickly approaching the end of the thing. Vic Ireland called to make sure he sent her a PSP game he had. She's been emailing Evan about Blue Dragon and Halo 3. Playstation Magazine UK wants to do a story on her. As we sit and talk for a few minutes every night about Halo 3, Metroid Prime 3, the new PSP, Jack fucking Thompson, how David Jaffe should be allowed to say that he hates Utah without getting pounced on, etc.,. etc.,.. I realize that this time we have isn't enough. We'll take it, but it's just not enough.

Time together is a difficult thing to procure right now, it's true. Time to update the site after we do talk is even more difficult, but it isn't forever. This month has been brutal, but it's just a month, and another, hopefully better one will follow. So no, to respond to some one of the comments on the previous post, we're not going to give up on the blog. The function of this blog is sharing this wonderful, cool woman with everyone. I'm not about to give up on that, no matter how hard it gets ;)

Grandma sits still in her chair, waiting for me to come home from work, playing video games in the dark; waiting to tell me all about them.

And just like you guys, I can't wait to hear what she has to say.

Game on.




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The winner of the "One Year Xbox Live Gold Subscription Giveaway... Thing" is.... Gamer Named Tim! We sent Tim his subscription card so he'll be getting it soon (California mailing address, so it shouldn't take that long.) Thanks for the postcards everyone, and as a way of saying thanks- I'm sending everyone who sent us a postcard a little somethin-somethin to show my thanks. Grandma LOVES getting postcards and e-mails and letters and photos and it just makes her feel awesome so I really, really need to say thank you to everyone in my own little way. I haven't been much of a grandchild recently with the work schedule, so you have all acted as her extended family by proxy of the United States Postal System, and that's damned cool.

So if you sent her something, expect something from me in the mail in the next few weeks. It won't be much (I'm poor) but it shall be awesome :)

More posts on the way!

46 Comments:

  • At 6:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey glad to hear from you again and sorry for such a emotional time. With the car an Grams in the hospita and all. Once she is back playing games she will cheer up.

    On a game perspective, i cant wait to hear what grandma is gonna say about Metroid Prime 3, im playing it now, and cant wait for her to also.

     
  • At 6:43 AM, Blogger Jess said…

    When it rains it pours! Sorry to hear about everything going on. Both of you keep your heads up!

     
  • At 7:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow, what can I say...not much, except my thoughts are with you guys. Here's hoping that brighter times are just round the corner for Granny, Tim and the rest of the family.

    Thanks for the update Tim! I know it's hard to find the time specially when all those things seem to happen at once.

    GAME ON!

     
  • At 8:57 AM, Blogger Jamie said…

    Hi am glad to hear from you again sorry about whats happing and all am sure grandma will be happy once she gets back in to her gamming.Thank you for the update tim and take care!

    Jamie

     
  • At 11:03 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Rather gripping post, i really hope grandma gets over the pain she's having soon. I love reading your updates and check nearly everyday to see if theres a new post :) Ive been playing Heavenly Sword lately, i reckon grandma should give it a miss to be honest. Its over so quickly and its not really worth it, have fun with Halo 3, Metroid 3, Blue Dragon or whatever is next! Game On!

     
  • At 11:05 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey, I'm glad to hear everything is o.k. given the recent storm of events. This was quite an update. I hope things get sorted out very soon with the car, and I think I speak for all when I say we wish Grandma the very best.

    Redeyemom

     
  • At 11:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Grandma/Tim, sorry to hear about all the issues you're having to deal with. :-( It's just not right. But hang in there. It's bound to get better!

    I hope you both find the time to get lost in a great video game and escape the troubles of the real world. Even if it's just for a few fleeting moments.

    Keep us posted!!

    Donald

     
  • At 11:31 AM, Blogger Peregrina said…

    I'm so sorry about everything, it has to be really tough. I really wish I could offer advice or help or something. The photo of the empty chair with the controller on it made me cry, so I can't even imagine what you've been through.

    My thoughts are with you.

     
  • At 1:51 PM, Blogger M said…

    I've been following Grandma Hardcore for a couple of months now -- and I don't even play video games! (Last time I played a video game was around 1992 when I had mono and played Echo the Dolphin for a month...)

    I wish her all the best and strength to your whole family. My thoughts are with you.

    Grandma Hardcore rocks!

     
  • At 2:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Tim you are an exceptionally empathetic human being. Anyone would be blessed to be the subject of your rambling e-portraits.

    The hospital nurses (and Grandma, and You, and all of us) are just lucky that you stopped in when you did before she bled any longer, before she got a blood infection from her open IV, or some other dreadful thing.

    I'm sorry Grandma has to deal with judgmental know-it-alls who think she might just be a needy hypochondriac. It's such a low blow to be under such inhuman pain - and to get that look from someone like they think you're faking it. Just kick her in the teeth, why doncha'?

    And I'm sorry Tim you have to deal with people telling you on this e-opus that you're just not doing a good enough blog job and should throw in the towel. I'm sure that there's a part of you who would love nothing more than the luxury of just staying home with Grandma all day and jabbing about games. Some people have to work for a living - some people have a lot to give but only so much time in which to give it - and some other people just don't understand when they're being given an incredible gift, and the giver is just strapped to make everything happen.

    I hope you and Grandma don't let the yokels get under your skin.

    Carry on.

     
  • At 4:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hello, Tim.

    I'm sorry to hear you and Grandma have had a rough go of it lately. Love your writing, you're really good at it. Thanks for sharing bits of your life on this blog.

    Best wishes and good health to you and your family, Grandma especially!

     
  • At 6:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Iv seen everything videos,updates goodluck with your job and all also oghc with her video games

     
  • At 7:32 PM, Blogger Jess said…

    I love how the people who post rude and nasty comments always post as "Anonymous". It makes their comments seem even more pathetic since they won't man up.

     
  • At 8:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I'm glad she feels better now. My best of wishes go out to you guys. By the way, that dog is so cool. I've always wanted a dog like that. However right now I have a dog that's one year older than I am!

     
  • At 4:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Jesus. Freakin'. Christ.

    And I'm not even religious!

    Really though, sorry to hear about all this stuff, I hope things turn/have turned out okay. You're both awesome people and deserve only the best.

     
  • At 8:50 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Ack, I'm glad your safe and I wish Gandma a speedy recovery, be well.

     
  • At 5:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    :( Oh my gosh. There is some super heavy stuff in this post. My thoughts are with you and Grandma.

    On a lighter note though, Grandma's dog is beautiful! Does Shiloh ever watch the TV when Grandma's playing games? XD My dog's ears perk up at some of the weird sound effects that occur in We Love Katamari.

     
  • At 7:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Yesh! Best wishes to both of you. Since modern medicine seems to have failed with fixing up Grandma, have you considered checking up places like health food stores,and alternative medicines like acupuncture? Gotta explore all of one's options.

    Jimbo

     
  • At 12:23 AM, Blogger Ambience-Studios said…

    the pain in her shoulder is more than likely too much sitting in her chair playing alot of video games for too long. i know this all to well.

     
  • At 12:27 AM, Blogger Ambience-Studios said…

    they will also prolly tell her to start getting more exercise cause sitting to long can build up blood clots in your legs.

     
  • At 8:58 AM, Blogger Valke said…

    you really had me a bit worried for a while on that post. I'm glad that everything seems to be back to normal for now, but wish both of you the best. Here's to hoping we have many more years of you being able to experience coming home that day to Grandma sitting in her chair telling you how she destroyed the latest game.

     
  • At 3:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow thats alot of bad things but good luck with your job and grandma with her games hope grandma passes a game or two and please make a video

     
  • At 2:57 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i love your blog OGHC rules GO GRANDMA i hope things go better for you guys. Cant wait to see what grandma thinks of halo 3!!

     
  • At 7:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I'm so sorry to hear about all of this. This blog entry as a whole was really... gripping, for lack of a better word, and I can't say much to it except I hope everything works out and grandma gets to keep on gaming and swearing like a sailor.

     
  • At 3:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Cut and paste I'm sorry to hear about all the bad things happening right now. All I can think to say is that soon enough things will either be back to normal or better. These experiences will just make that time all the more sweet. And as an aside, you're as good a writer as you are a photographer. Bravo.

    -Rach

    ps: Doggie!

     
  • At 10:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey guys! Sorry to hear about the car crash, but as Grandma and Mom say, the most important thing is that you're okay, Tim. A car is just a car. It can be replaced. YOU can't.
    The dog is so very beautiful, and I have to admit that I was very surprised that he wasn't named Amaterasu or Shiranui or Okami - especially since I'm playing Okami right now! But those names might be a bit awkward to say all the time. Can you imagine? "Amaterasu, stop chewing that shoe!" Might be a bit strange!
    And the hospital? Doesn't surprise me in the least. Last week they just forgot to feed my Dad. No meals AT ALL. The doctors are nagging Mum to bring EXTRA food along with his meals to try and add on some badly needed weight, and then they don't feed him, even with Mum there at lunchtime nagging them! One of the nurses even suggested that maybe he wasn't getting fed because he hadn't passed the "sip test" and Mum pointed out that he'd been eating meals for weeks. He's on blood thinners too now, and I have a pretty good idea of how scared you must have been. *big hugs to Grandma*
    Game on!
    Love, jen

     
  • At 11:20 PM, Blogger Mogwai said…

    It HAS been a tough month for you guys. Give Grandma my best and I hope things look up for you guys in October and the months to come.

    Have a good one!

     
  • At 8:44 AM, Blogger Christian Aaron said…

    My heart goes out to you and grandma. My heart was aching just reading how poorly she was treated at the hospital. Best wishes, always.

     
  • At 4:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    JJ said:

    We need to get your grandma in touch with my grandmad.(Who happens to live in Cleveland) She know just what your gram is going through with all the aches and pains.Give me an answer here if she is interested in exchanging addys.

     
  • At 12:25 PM, Blogger Lelorulez said…

    We all miss you granny hope u get better and share ur ultimate gaming experince with us and good luck!

     
  • At 5:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well well well. I couldn't afford to stretch to both 360 and PS3 so I went for the latter. More money than sense, maybe, but it looks like I won't be getting my hands on this painfully cool-looking game. Goddam exclusive releases.

    But it may please you to know that I avoided the Darkness on your say-so. There's nothing out there for me! I'm cleaning up the daedric quests and Knights of the Nine on Oblivion because it's the only damn game worth having on the PS3. Roll on, Assassins Creed. Roll on, Kane and Lynch. Roll on anything because, frankly, for all that money I put down I'm feeling pretty ripped off at the moment.

     
  • At 5:46 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Ah... and please excuse my selfish post above. I got carried away. My sympathies and thoughts with both of you... hope the medical profession sorts its lazy butt out, and grandma comes through fighting.

     
  • At 8:01 PM, Blogger pika23 said…

    OMG! SUre hope grandma is feeling better! Shilih is gorgeous btw.

    Ihate when they think people are hypocondriacs as well. I have sinusitis and nasal polyps that somehow press into my face nerves and make me literally cry in pain when they reach my teeth. I take percocet and still no relief.

    I get tons of meds nothing helps, and no oneknows this painunless they've been in the situations we are in.

     
  • At 12:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I miss Grandma... you haven't posted in a long time...

     
  • At 2:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My worst game for the wii is Metroid Prime 3 corrption , cause it stoped working when i had it for bearly a month , any ideas on how to make it work again?

     
  • At 5:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow... just wow. I just found this blog and I must say its pretty cool. I hope youll be alright Grandma and I hope youll keep playing video games for us :)
    BTW Metroid Prime 3 is awsome, you should get it, I am sure you will love it.

    Heres my gamertag: Big Boss Wardon, if anyone wants to play some xbox 360. Just got halo3 and cant w8 for CoD 4.

    From Montreal Canada
    Julian

     
  • At 10:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OK, I'm REALLY getting worried now. POST something already! Let us know at least that Grandma's OK!!

     
  • At 9:39 AM, Blogger april said…

    I second that! We know you're busy, but please post just to let us know that all is "Game on!" as usual with Grandma!

     
  • At 6:03 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Guys, I've talked to one of Tim's friends, and I have some bad news. Shes gone. I hate to break it to you all like this, but just wait for an official update. R.I.P OGHC.

     
  • At 6:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OMG, thank you for posting that. I knew it was comming sinse there hasn't been a post in awhile.

    I am actually in tears right now. My blanket is SOAKED with tears. This is horrible. Its so unbelievable.

    Tim, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have her funeral open to the public, I want drive the 8 hours to Cleveland to pay my respects to a true legend.

    R.I.P. Grandma, I know you will be playing Metroid Prime 3 with Jesus now.

     
  • At 6:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Omg im so upset i had to double post. I want to Slit my thoart. Why does Life have to be so cruel.

    I will be praying for you grandma. I will be at the funeral if Tims opens it to the public.

    This song sums up what i am feeling right now for grandma concering her death, i think everyone needs to listen to it right now, it sums it up.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsTk2xp0nvY

    I just can't believe it. WHY THE HELL DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS. I LOVE YOU GRANDMA, AND AND JESUS WILL GAME ON FOREVER IN HEAVEN!

     
  • At 6:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    No!it could be true or not , but if its true that sucks man...

     
  • At 8:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Man, no way, this cant be true...

    Julian
    From Montreal

     
  • At 11:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    That is NOT TRUE. I sent an email to Grandma yesterday and received a reply just today. What's more, I received a written letter from her on Monday. Grandma Hardcore is most assuredly alive and well, people. Whoever said she was dead is either mistaken, or pulling a very cruel practical joke.

     
  • At 11:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Those basterds...

     
  • At 4:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    We have to get your Diablo 3 itemsnanny in contact with my grandmad.(Whom occurs live in Cleveland) She understand just what your current gram will go by means of with all the injuries.Produce a solution below if jane is interested
    Diablo 3 Gold kaufenin exchanging addys.

     

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