ooooh, you're strategizing!!!
ladies and gentlemen, something tells me i'm about to get my ass kicked.
sincerely and without hard feelings as i approach my gruesome demise-- soon to be testicularly plucked in my prime like an apple from a tree beneath a cool Washington breeze-- i tip my hat to the great state of stripcreator as well as to this venerable albeit decomposed founding father who stands before me with an axe in his hand and a smirk that says that he unforgivingly will not tell a lie because by God he enjoys inflicting the pain of God's Truth on another man's scrotum. ta-ta, i bid you all farewell. grendel has had an accident, so may you all.
the inevitably late and perhaps never great
of the massachusetts graykanes
i want to **** on you