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There's this one guy outside of my building. He is trying to sell me pickled herring flavoured vodka and crab juice. Please send to ghost busters to fix snoopy and relinquish the albino leprechauns from my freezer. Superman be all like, "Ya, I'm superman. I can operate the mower." And Aquaman be hatin on the man and be like "Superman is a straight up buttsnatcher. He in league wif all dem underbriches dwarves." Superman could not be held for a response. In other news, the price of KFC bukkit. Where's mah bukkit? I want mah bukkit! I like to does teh cha cha outside my bulldog with Alah Rackbar and Funky Chicken. Don't worry, I'll sign it. Damn refeed and such. When you meet the Georgia Bulldogs, you gonna feel the bulldog BITE! Dear Linux, you suck. You're computer machines suck. And by the way, I'm out off Ice cream and Bacardi Anejo. Please have room service send me up a box of soap, a dozen grapefruits, a hunting knife, a crab louie, and a quart of muscatel, three fifths of wild turkey, and a gallon of thunderbird wine. What's the word? Thunderbird. How's it sold? Nice and cold. What's the price? Thirty twice. Ride the Lightning? Hava nagila, hava nagila. Quit staring at me like that! Homie don't play that. Ragle farglepiss, hurf durf, fgsdgs, winner is you, and I'm out of water. L'chaim! I'll show them who was the high now. Stanky Nasty Pimp and Stanky Chicken.




Rotten burgers,
This dude's nephew
J.T.,Esq.


Attorney at Flaw