Grilled Cheesus - hahaha.
Yes, I watch "adult swim" too...
I hear cancer, all I can think about is sancer, TFF.
I'm going to hell.
Nothing I say ever matters. Have joy. Refreshments.
You apparently saw fit to reply to me. I'm wondering why.
And what do you do. ARound HerE?
Gee Dub wants you to rub a bone.
Oh, damn. I'll try to get to that tonight. (Dinner with Em & her mom in a bit.)
Hay SS... com guess how many dollars in the Guess Game... eh :-)
"What's your sign baby?"
A neon one that says GO AWAY
"I'm just too popular not to have one."
Of course you are-- flies are drawn to excrement. Popularity is a function of how close one resembles cagada.
Leave me alone, you little fuckhole. I've some serious, ahem, posting to do.
"Okay. . . now I'm yukkie in the bellie. Is it normal to eat 2/3 of a box of pretzel chips along with half a jar of peanut butter and Nutella each? I feel a nasty poopie coming on."
With a stomach lining of years worth of cum from millions of strangers, ou can eat anything. Not to mention the protective coat of ulcers eating their way through your entrails to eat out your nonexistent umbilicus, you irritiable bowel syndromed cow.