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| I love the running of the Bulls! I always root for the Bulls. When one of these geniuses gets a horn dug up there ass I'm ecstatic. They always look suprised, like I didn't know this was a possibility | |
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| What we need to do is wait until all these god fearing zombies are squeezed into their churches on Sunday. Fill the streets with Bulls loaded on Angel Dust. Let the problem solve itself! | |
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| I want to go there just to have a front row seat. I'll bring the beer. "You know that Adam Ray is the nicest guy. He brings us kegs of beer every year and fills our bellies with the richest - | |
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| foods." "Heavy Fudge and Malt Liquer, that's for me!" "He must drop a million dollars here easy, and asks nothing in return, since he's been coming the mortality rate has risen 4000% | |
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