DJWeeman  

This is horrid honey. Our food is all gone, the corpse is starting to smell, and there's no way out.

You said it Long Shanks, I'm thinking of digging up the golds.

Mildew has started to grow on my testicles, and you're making less sense then usual. This couldn't get much worse.

This reminds me of that time I saw Rent, and I cried.

Well, maybe if carrot top or some other idiot came it would be worse.

What are you guys doing in my prison? I asked for black midgets that looked like gary coleman, but i guess a cow and cigarette are close enough.