a jealousy bomb
How many drone wives are there even left? Can't we just blow them all away? I mean, shoot them? Here, pick up this gun, Clanker. You shoot them.
Since you aboviously did. Sigh. I won't abandon you; I won't cover for that either, I never did, and I sure ain't doing that now, am I? lol.
Of course I will come
portal visit! Non-conjugal
only. Get
real. Dragon Klan Death Star? More like a flattened can of
flatworms. Sputched.
They are fuckin' DONE. (I bet you always wanted to say that too.
Twohey!) They will be back at Area 2 (Two), The Rodeo at X+5 sharp in the morning, which I really respect and admire, and I swear, this is kosher, wait, wait -- is it Kosher or kosher? Is it always capitalized? Must remember to kidnap a Jewish prince and beat him upside-down until all His Princesses fall out -- okay, Bacon, now that you moved over, keep right on going, here's your Sign Of Two (2) Minutes In Hate -- and, believe me... look, it could be worse, and it just might be. For you. Because I don't even fuckin' know how pissed I'm gonna be, but I know how fuckin' pissed I was... no, don't bother listening to my podcast, just go walk-in--walking-- into a bar and give yourself a debrief. The hard way.
A bottle of Scope and a shot of Hemlockamine. Now, do you not fucking lie ever again, and don't lie now, either:
that does sound good,
donut? Thot sew. (David. ILUTPC)