Heheheheheheheheheh ....

Yeah, I remember this scumbag now. Hawking his wares like some ratty old hooker from a store front window in the red light district. Makes me wonder if he pulls the air hose out of his ass once in a while so that he doesn't burst his ego from overinflation.

A wooden ashtray. I still get a kick out of that one.

That's like dumping lit charcoal into a garbage can and believing it won't burn down your house before morning.