An Update

Posted on September 7, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

I know a lot of you are hoping for more information on the refugee situation here in Mersin and Adana. Right now I don’t have any new information regarding support or assistance required. I have referred most of you onto groups in Bodrum who are giving support on the ground there but here in Mersin I have had quite a bit of difficulty finding someone who can provide me with more details.

A big thank you to all of you who have shown support to the refugees. There has been a lot of action in and around the refugee centres and it makes my dark, mangled heart a little brighter to see how much is going on, and how much you guys care. Around the world there have been protests, there have been a huge influx of donations and there has been a lot of amazing humans coming together to help those who really need it. Right now.

I will give you more information about Mersin and Adana when, and if, it comes available to me.

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Now what Gentlemen?

Posted on September 4, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

Yesterday the world was introduced to a little boy named Aylan Kurdi. We have learnt a lot about Aylan in the past 24 hours. We learned that he was born in Damascus and grew up in Kobani. We learned that he and his family were fleeing their home (Kobani is currently under the control of ISIS) and were attempting to make their way to Canada where Aylan’s aunt had emigrated twenty years earlier. We also learned that sadly he, along with his mother and his brother, perished in the waters off Türkiye while attempting the dangerous crossing to Greece in a small dingy.

The outcome to this tragic story is a positive one. The world has finally opened their eyes and their hearts and acknowledged the plight of the Syrian refugees here in Türkiye and the neighbouring countries of Jordan and Lebanon. We, the people, want to see changes made and we are pointing our finger’s at the leaders of those countries with closed doors. Yes that is you Mr Tony Abbott with your “Stop The Boats” policy. And you too Mr David Cameron calling these refugees “pests”. Finally I have not forgotten Mr Barack Obama. How much blame can we put squarely on his, and his predecessors, shoulders? A lot I would wager. Do not stand idly by. Open your doors to those in desperate need of help.

To these three men (and to the leaders of all countries unwilling to help in this world crisis), I want you to do something for me – close your eyes. Just do it. Close them.

Think of your family. Tony with your daughters, you too Barack. You both have amazing girls, so beautiful, smart and strong. David I don’t know too much about your family but I bet they are tucked away somewhere. Imagine you are sitting with your wife and your children at the dinner table, or watching television, or perhaps playing in the garden with your pet dog. Without warning gunfire is heard and you yell to your family to take cover. The smell of tear gas is wafting through your open windows. In the distance you can hear the sound of mortar shells exploding and the screams of terrified people as they run to safety. Your daughters rush to their mother and begin weeping. Your wife tries to console them but she too is shaking with fear.

You receive a text message. A friend has sent you a warning. You need to leave. There are bad men coming.

You and your family are on the run now. You don’t have time to collect your belonging. You leave your home with the just the clothes on your back to keep you warm. You keep moving.

Not everybody was able to escape in time. Stories of those left behind filter through the throne of people also leaving the city. Stories of savage rapes, of massacres, much worse than you had dared to fear. You pass decapitated bodies discarded on the streets. You can still hear the bullets and the mortar shells in the distance. Keep moving Tony! For your children! Keep moving Barack! David!

You cannot go home but, for now, you and your children are safe.

What do you do gentlemen? Do you look to your neighbours to help you? Do you hope that they will give you food and a warm bed? Of course they will. We are all human. We help our neighbours in a time of need.

You stand at the door to your neighbour’s home. The door is bolted. Your wife is crying, tears streaming down her grimy face. Your daughter’s are terrified. Afraid that they will be sold into slavery or worse. You bang on your neighbour’s door.

“Please let me in.”

“Nope. Sorry. We don’t want you.”

“But I have nowhere else to go.”

“Tough”.

Now what?

Hug your daughter’s tonight gentlemen. Kiss your amazing wives. Know that they are safe with you living in a country that has so much to offer and maybe, just maybe, think of Aylan and the thousands of children just like him.

Open your doors gentlemen and let these poor souls in. They just want to be safe, for their families to be safe. Just like you.

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Humanity is Lost

Posted on September 3, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

I had an early dinner last night with some friends high in the hills behind Mersin. In our group were 3 little boys who ran around having fun and just being kids. They laughed, they played, they ate a hearty meal and then they left with their families to return to their warm, safe homes.

I too returned to my warm, safe home where I sat on my terrace and opened my social media. The one photo that was shared over and over again, the photo that filled my newsfeed was of a young boy, in a neat red shirt, blue pants and tiny, tiny shoes, no older than those that I shared my dinner with, lying dead on the beach in Bodrum. It seems that humanity has lost folks. This is it for all of us.

Just take a moment to look at the photo. Really look at it. This is the world we live in. This little boy has been identified as Aylan Kurdi and right now should be safe in the bosom of his family and not lying in a body bag waiting to be expatriated back to his homeland for burial.

Aylan along with his mother and his brother perished as they attempted to cross the Mediterranean Sea between Bodrum (Türkiye) and Kos (Greece) in a small dingy. They have become a statistic, one of more than 2,600 people who have died trying to cross to Europe from Türkiye in 2015. This is the most deadly migrant crossing point in the world and this figure is only going to get higher. Those who do make it across to Greece then find themselves in another country that is unable to cope with the sheer volume arriving on its shores – let’s not forget that Greece is in the midst of an economic crisis. But they are still the lucky ones as they are in Europe now and their dream for a new, better life for them and their family is possible.

In Türkiye there are over 1.7 million Syrian refugees currently seeking asylum. When the fighting in Syria began Türkiye opened its borders with the expectation that the conflict would be short lived and the refugees would return to their homeland. Five years on and the conflict is ongoing, if not worse, and each day brings more waves of people fleeing for safety. The Turkish Government is working furiously to support the refugees but the huge cost is taking a toll on the country with resentment building between the Turkish people and the Syrian refugees. Turkish people are well known for their generosity but with so many Turkish families living below the poverty line there is building anger that any Government funding be directed towards helping their own people and not those who should not be living here in the first instance. Türkiye also has the constant struggle with maintaining its borders, ongoing issues with its neighbours, the very real threat of terrorism and the recent disruption to the cease fire with the PKK.

I have always been quite opinionated about refugees and asylum seekers in Australia. The Turk had to jump through some pretty big hoops before he got residency and I believed that anyone wishing to enter Australia should jump through those same hoops but since living in Mersin my eyes have been opened to the suffering of these people running for their lives. My selfish behaviour, and the behaviour of so many of us all over the world, is the reason that little Aylan Kurdi lost his life yesterday.

Did you know that in Australia boats filled with refugees can be towed back into international waters by the Australian coastguard? How about the fact that David Cameron has said that the UK cannot take in any more refugees? Is Aylan one of your “pests” David? Probably not eh? Did you hear that in Germany a planned asylum centre was burnt down? In Macedonia there has been fighting at the border crossings. In the Czech Republic police have been marking and numbering the refugees with washable ink (hello WW2) and, of course, in the Mediterranean the bodies of baby boys are being washed up on Turkish beaches.

Feck people. We are all living on this earth. Together. What is wrong with all of us? We failed this little boy and we failed his family. He is lost to the world now but perhaps with this sad photograph doing the rounds on social media the doors will be opened for others that are running for their lives. I know my opinion has changed. Perhaps yours will change too.

For those of you who want to help the Migrant Offshore Aid Station is dedicated to preventing migrant deaths at sea and Save the Children is distributing essential items such as nappies, hygiene kits and food. Give what you can.

From Save Kobane: Even the sea could not carry the heavy burden of this child’s lifeless body, so she returned him to us, to be a testimony of our failure as human beings. #KıyıyaVuranİnsanlık

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“Grow The Feck Up”

Posted on August 15, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

There are days when I just cannot do it. I just cannot “adult”. It’s a thing you know. I used to go through it on a Monday morning when I would be getting ready for work. I would morph into the petulant child. I become bitter and mean. I would stand in my living room in my pyjamas and I would stamp my foot. I would sulk all the way to work while sitting on my bus. I did NOT want to “adult”. Now it happens to me when I have to go into a Turkish Government office.

You may all recall my recent yabanci post; well this is my follow up. Shortly after that post we lodged my Residency Permit for renewal. Now I am not going to bore you with all the idiosyncrasies with your RP. Go to YellAli or Doc Marten for all the information as these are my “go to” websites. Anyway, we lodged my RP. We had everything that we needed. We went over the documents – twice. The Turk checked it. I checked it. His brother checked it (the smart one). It was perfect. Done and dusted. The appointment date was easy to get and I went for my appointment on Tuesday morning. I knew I had to “adult” but, as mentioned above, I spent my morning sulking, stamping my foot and, well, sometimes I can be just damn difficult.

And I know I have to be on my best behaviour when we get there. I know that I need to smile and say teşekkür ederim and wish them a merry day despite their gruff behaviour but, honestly, when you know you are going to be ignored, talked about, ignored and spoken to in a manner that is nothing short of condescending and finally, ignored, it makes it very hard for me to “adult”.

Before we stepped through security The Turk whispered to me, “Don’t act like a bitch.” Awwww. He knows me so well.

Up to the 3^rd floor we went. We found our door – can you feel the excitement? The Turk knocks. In we go. We stood at the counter while three men sat diligently ignoring us while updating each other on their scintillating personal lives. We stood. Patiently. I counted to “87 Mississippi” before The Turk clears his throat to get their attention. We have an appointment. Without even stopping their conversation, without even looking up, one of them did the head flick (you know the one) and “tskked” us before flicking his wrist indicating we go to the desk on the right. At this point I laughed out loud. I had to. How fecking rude is that? Would this fly in a Government department in your home town. No it fecking wouldn’t! I stared at him and said, “Well aren’t you an ass”. Of course, no one understands so that works out well for me. The Turk gave me the death stare that would make Emperor Palpatine tremble in his hoodie before turning to the appropriate desk where sitting behind it was a woman who had, by her appearance and demeanour, obviously just caught her husband in bed with a supermodel. I mean she was practically catatonic. You could literally taste her despair and melancholy. Seriously her aura would be a big black cloud of death! For the sake of this post she will be known as Misery.

Documents were handed over and hurried conversations were had. Not to me of course but between The Turk and Misery. After a few false starts (that had us running to the other end of Carsi to obtain additional documents) Misery gave us the all clear and said we were good to go. The new ikhamet should arrive in 4 weeks. Yah!!! Petulant child clapped her hands and skipped out of the building.

Friday morning we were called back into the Government office. “Don’t wanna”, said I as I wanted to go to the beach with my friends. Again my other persona of petulant child appeared. I stamped my foot. I sulked all the way there in the car. I was NOT going to “adult”. We got there. Before we walked through security The Turk warned me, “Grow Up”. Alright that was a lie. What he actually said was, “Grow the feck up”. (see how I keep this PG-13 after all feck is much nicer to read than FUCK isn’t it?). I sighed. Okay. I can do this. Taking The Turk’s excellent advice (and knowing that I wanted to get this done so I could go to the beach) I put a big, fat, fake smile on my dial to which The Turk sidelines me with, “Is that your Bitching Rest Face?” Yes. Yes it is! We were first through the door on Friday morning. First through the security check and the first ones up on the 3^rd floor. We were ready for anything. We sat. We waited. It was soooo fecking hot that my ass was sweating freely but I still kept Bitching Rest Face on my dial. Finally we were called back to see Misery (who was only slightly less miserable in our second encounter). She pointed at the last page, “Işaret”. Signature.

Oops!

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Just a Bit of an Anti-Climax

Posted on July 29, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

So for approximately 36 hours I was an outlaw. I lived on the edge. I fought the good fight. I took the red pill and I got a glimpse as to just how far that rabbit hole actually went (sorry nerdy Matrix reference) but, well, now it is all just a little anti-climatic because I am back baby!

After being locked out of blogger heaven the “powers that be” or the glitch police or the little internet gerbil allowed janeyinmersin.com to return to the web-o-sphere. From what I can determine certain words send up alarm bells from websites run from within Türkiye and they automatically get blocked under Article 90 of the Constitution. Obviously all my posts about dragons and wizards fall within that category.

For the foreseeable future, however, I will keep my blogging to stories about kittens and sunshine and unicorns. That should make the “powers that be” happy.

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BLOCKED!

Posted on July 28, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

Yep it seems that my humor definitely does not translate into Turkish because as of last night JaneyinMersin.com has been blocked in Turkey. I am up there with Twitter, Blogloving and FunnyorDie. Frankly I think this is the highest accolade I have ever received being blocked by a Government!

Hopefully in the coming days sense will prevail and the powers that be realise that I am but a stupid Aussie who runs off at the mouth on occasion. They will see that I am merely an over opinionated, middle aged woman who could hardly be a threat to national security. I mean really!

Look don’t get me wrong perhaps it is not the Government that has blocked me, perhaps it is merely a glitch in the system and I will come back online completely on my own and if that is the case then … oops sorry to the powers that be.

So for those of you “outside” I will continue to blog in my sporadic way but for those of you within Türkiye, well you can’t read this anyway so doesn’t really matter what I wanted to say does it? LMAO!

Oh and just to really be difficult go ahead and share my blog to your friends so my voice gets carried just that little further today.

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Headlines and News Bulletins

Posted on July 27, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

They can make a strong impression on us as tourists but where is the line between scaremongering and truth?

I try to keep away from the political side of things with my little blog because I am really not knowledgeable enough on any subject to give anything but a nonsense reply however I have received so many emails from you guys asking for advice about travelling to Türkiye, and in particular, to Mersin.

While it is not for me to give you advice what I will say to those who are thinking of cancelling their holidays to Antalya or Bodrum is this – the distances between these areas and the Syrian border is massive – like the distance between London to Germany. That’s a couple of countries and even a little water in distance isn’t it? Over 1000 kilometres or 20+ hours of driving in Türkiye. To those of you visiting Mersin and its surrounds we are still 150 kilometres from the border with Syria however most of the issues with terrorists are happening in the far east, some 500+ kilometres from here. If you are, however, travelling to Eastern Türkiye I would suggest that you check with your country’s Consulate before making any travel plans but remember people a terrorist attack can happen anywhere at any time. America, the UK, Tunisia, India and even Australia. Nowhere is really safe anymore in the world. I guess the question you ask yourself is this – “are you going to let them control your decision, your lives?” Noone can decide that but you.

What is going on exactly?

The past few days has seen Türkiye launch strikes on several different fronts and you need to note the distinction between the different strikes that have been made.

Firstly Türkiye has launched attacks against ISIS targets inside Syria in retaliation to a bombing last week in the city of Suruc which killed 32 people and also the shooting of security officers at the border. Simultaneously they launched attacks against the PKK (which has been designated a terrorist organisation by Türkiye) in Iraq. These attacks were in retaliation to the deaths of two Turkish polis officers on Wednesday. The Government also feels that the PKK is exploiting ISIS efforts.

Where do we go from here?

Türkiye has agreed to allow the US access to their air bases to co-ordinate strikes inside Syria and Iraq and has requested talks with NATO over the security of the area. Well I am sure this will open up a can of whoop ass on someone.

Over the past few days Türkiye has also arrested over 850 terror suspects. This is great news although I have to wonder why, if these terror suspects were already known to Türkiye, why where they not arrested earlier? Am I wrong? Did these 850 terror suspects suddenly appear out of nowhere? Hardly.

The current operations underway is obviously an effort to destabilize the country which is at this time without a proper parliament. Will the efforts succeed or will it bite the instigator on the ass? Time will tell.

*Sigh*

Ultimately as a tourist visiting Türkiye, your personal safety is your utmost concern. Keep a close eye on news reports. Register your travel plans with your Consulate and remember you are the only one that can make an informed decision as to whether or not you should travel.

Be safe guys. Türkiye is a beautiful country and I am sure you will have a wonderful holiday when you visit.

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My Most Hated Turkish Word – Yabancı

Posted on July 23, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

This community service announcement is coming to you from my balcony with a glass of red in my hand to calm my frazzled nerves. It is just on 7.30pm and its 33 degrees (Celius people not that crazy Fahrenheit that only, like, one country in the world still uses) and I am trying to enjoy the mild ocean breeze wafting over our ev. I have had a crappy day and it all comes down to one word. A word, I believe, is possibly the worst word in the Turkish language (and that’s saying something ‘cause a Turk can tell you to go and feck yourself in so many unique ways). The word that has become the bane of my existence is … Yabancı.

Just breathe Janey. Breathe!

For the uninitiated the word Yabancı simply means “foreigner”. According to Google translate (my Bible) it also means “alien”, exotic”, “outlandish” and a few other words but basically a Yabancı is anyone that is not Turkish but can also be used for someone who is not from Mersin or not from The Village so it can be a very diverse word when it puts its mind to it.

Yes people today the word Yabancı has been tossed around more than a football at the Superbowl or a Frisbee at a family barbie and I am not taking it anymore!

We all know that my Turkish is crap. I have not mastered the language and, despite thousands of liras worth of lessons, I am possibly worse now than when I started (that is not true at all). BUT I can understand enough to know two things – 1. When they are talking about me; and 2. When they are talking about me. Alright I only know one thing but I only need to know one thing and I do KNOW WHEN THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT ME!

So the point of this rant?

It is time for me to renew my residency visa. “A residency visa?” you ask, “Why would you have a residency visa when you have been married to The Turk for what seems like a 1000 years of servitude?” Why indeed curious reader. Well the reason that I did not get a kimlik (Identity Card) back when was simple – pure laziness on our part. Not just me but The Turk too. We just never got round to it. “But why don’t you apply for your kimlik now?” Why not? Well I did actually apply 22 months ago and now 22 months later I am still waiting on my kimlik. Everything has been lodged. I have had my interview waaayyy back in March it is now just playing the waiting game but I tell you this right now – if I do not have my kimlik by this time next year I am moving back to Oz! Yep I’m putting a “used by date” on this shit!

Alright so I am babbling again – back to it.

So now we find ourselves moving into Year 3 of our time here in Türkiye and I need to renew my residency visa yet again. I went to the bank – they needed paperwork from the Nufus. Got it. Back to the Bank, got my statement. Too easy. I went to the sigorta and argued the toss with them for a good 2 hours about my place of abode. They needed proof from the Nufus. Got it. Got the confirmation of insurance (oh and thank youto the FB group Doc Martin for your assistance in this regard). Alrighty then. Proof of address. Easy. Tapu. No for some stupid, idiotic reason of which I cannot truly understand I needed to go to the Nufus and get proof of place of abode – yet fecking again! Back to the Nufus for the third time in this week. Well the past two trips had been relatively easy even though The Turk tends to talk too much and unintentionally irritates the Government employees with his banter but regardless they were pretty straightforward trips up until today. TODAY. Feck my life. For whatever fecking reason today’s employee decided that my address wasn’t correct on the computer and sent The Turk and I backwards and forwards the bloody office like a tennis ball at a Grand Slam. The word yabancı was tossed around often and every single time I heard it I shuddered. Not only was yabancı tossed around there was also Avustralya tossed around like a shrimp on a barbie. At one point I actually counted the number of times the word yabancı was used in one minute. It was 11. 11 times! 11 times by three Government employees.

Here’s what you need to know people. Yes I am a yabancı. Yes I am from Avustralya. Yes I live here. Why? Because I fecking want to. Give me my fecking document. Just give it to me. NOW!

We arrived at the Nufus at 9.15 am and we left at 12.22 pm. The Turk has suggested I take up meditation before I lose my fecking mind.

Feck.My.Life!

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CSI Cyber – Turkish Edition

Posted on April 1, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

I have now watched a couple of episodes of this new CSI show and I think I am more than qualified to investigate “the Great Turkish Blackout of 2015”.

After lengthy investigation I have 3 main suspects:

A terrorist plot. Who could it be? Bilmiyorum.
A pimply faced 12 year old boy trying to obtain the schematics of NASA’s space station for his bedroom wall … oh wait wrong program.
Türkiye forgot to pay the electric bill – most likely.

Here’s what I know.

I went into the city yesterday to meet some friends for lunch. There was no electricity in the village. I shrug my shoulders (there is never any electricity in the village). As I reached Çarşı there is no electricity there either. Oh well. I catch my next dolmuş and continue through Mersin. Pozcu – no electricity. At this point I am like “Woah all of Mersin! Sucked in!”. As I reached Mezitli and my destination and there was still no electricity I realised “damn lunch is going to be cancelled” but no – bless Mersin Marina for their own electricity supply!

Lunch was lovely. I drank too much and got too much sun. I suffer for that now.

One friend from Adana told me her electricity was out too. “How funny is that? Two cities, no electricity”.

I finally got home completely sloshed and feeling no pain but there was still no bloody electricity. The Turk informed me that the electricity was, in fact, out all over Turkey including Istanbul and Ankara and that it was a terrorist plot or a military coup. My first thought was “Yikes”. My second thought “that movie War Games”. Do you know the one? Matthew Broderick starred in it, like, 50 years ago or something, and he nearly started WWIII with the click of a mouse button. Someone should check the whereabouts of Matthew Broderick.

Officially Prime Minister Ahmet Davutoglu said all possible causes were under investigation “including terrorism”. Conveniently enough President Erdogan was out of the country as was the Electricity Minister.

It has suggested to me that it was an April Fools joke. That’s seems to be a pretty elaborate joke, well done to you, however check your calendar before you pull a prank you goose!

We finally got our electric back but not before The Turk suggested we make our own – bada bing bada boom. Daughter said that the electrical outage was “a current event”. You see we are all fecking comedians in this household!

My CSI investigation is still underway so keep checking back for when I finally arrest my suspect. It will be exciting. Seriously though, if Turkiye did forget to pay the electric bill someone should diarise this shit because it was bloody inconvenient yesterday.

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Snippets of Wisdom

Posted on February 1, 2015 by Jane Gundogan

As an expat from sunny, organised Sydney I grew up very entitled to way things should be done. Since moving to the melting pot of crazy that is Mersin I have had to learn, and sometimes the hard way, that shit just don’t happen the way it is ought to. If you are making plans to move to Mersin or in fact to any city in Turkiye my earnest advice to you is this –

Nothing ever happens according to schedule

The Turkish way of life may seem crazy and hectic but on closer inspection it very much operates on a slower pace than most. Time management is obviously a course not taught here in Turkey. Just take it as a given that things don’t happen according to schedule and embrace the chaos. Save your sanity. You are going to need it.

The Turks love overcomplicating things

Speaking of schedules if it can be done quickly and efficiently then it is being done wrong and should be thrown out the window. Who doesn’t love a little red tape with their morning kahve? Me that’s who! I have spent more time in notaries, the Emniyet, the Nufus, Polis and any other Government department you can name having papers stamped then running to the other side of the city to pay a lodgement fee (why you cannot pay your lodgement fee at the time of lodgement is completely beyond my pea sized brain’s understanding). If by chance you are in the right place at the right time then you are dealing with a worker who will no doubt tell you that you do you need additional documents, or additional photos or even additional stamps, to sort out whatever it is that you’re trying to get done.

Don’t forget that everything shuts at lunchtime. I know! The idea of going to the bank on your lunch break just doesn’t exist here. Instead you spend that break standing at the door of whichever bank, post office or Government department in the hope of being the first through when it re-opens an hour later.

Bonus advice –passport sized photos. Get them. You have them already? Pfftt! Get more. You are going to need them.

Queuing is not a thing

Ahh how I miss the simplicity of the queue. Particularly in places like the Emniyet where you may step up to the counter in the Foreigner’s Office only to be inundated by a crowd of sweaty men (generally it is always men) who will yell over you to get their point across. My advice? Don’t stand there patiently waiting your turn while the crowd drifts along. Use your elbow and throw out a curse word in your native tongue on occasion. It may not help but you will definitely feel better. Learn to do as they do or you will never see the light of day again.

Personal space is but a pipedream

Remember that scene from Dirty Dancing “This is your dance space, this is my dance space”? Yep it doesn’t exist here. Everything is their dance space. Your dance space just doesn’t exist. Sure come and sit next to me. No don’t be silly, of course a little closer is fine. Stare at me intently. Who doesn’t appreciate that?

Family comes first (and sometimes second and third as well)

This is the most important point to learn if you wish to survive here in Mersin (or Turkiye). If you are fortunate enough (or unfortunate enough depending on how you feel at the time) to be married or living with a Turkish man (or woman I don’t discriminate) remember that their family will become part of your existence. The love of their family, the strength of this bond is one of the most intense emotions I have ever witnessed. They idolise their mothers. She can do no wrong. Learn to embrace that now or pack up and move back to your point of origin. Expect them to be on your doorstep at the crack of dawn, to tell you how you should clean your home, how you should cook your meals and how you should raise your child. Oh and buy yourself a couch that opens to a bed – you are going to need it.

Is there anything you think I have missed? Let me know below.

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TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS! SERIOUSLY, TELL THEM. NOW!