That's no reason to go ripping people's heads off, boy.
I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly.
The boy cries you a sweater of tears...and you kill him.
Either you (a) put the dime in me pants, (b) put the dime in me pants, or (c) put the dime in me pants!
*Get's shot with a bra and it sticks on him* Ah ya got me, Here's your stinkin patty! *throws*
And the next day, And the next day, And the next day, And the next day, And the next day, And the next day......




