May starving, flea-infested weasels be jammed in his pants and then pants stapled to his flesh with an industrial strength stapler.
There's only two kinds of cigars, the kind you like and the kind you don't.
I am your father Luke and you are a fucktard.
Last edited by pub spears; 05-19-2008 at 09:41 PM.
ha, funny.
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