Good luck with your mother's face!
I'll be dead by then.
You jus' crossed the line, boy. An' when you cross the line, there ain't no goin' back.
It was sunny back then. Sunny and... gay.
Trumpet solo! That'll show all you posers!
Slackers!
I remember that sweet, sweet, homosexual tale.
W-H-O-A-A-L-A-N too much information man!
That's like trying to possess somebody using only a straw and some fat old man's* business card. *Unfortunately, he passed away due to a fatal accident involving a chair, several stairs and a mafia hit.
Feena has g2g
