mmmmmmmmmm.... Caramel Chocolate!
yes, destroy PiP and any memory of him that remains
I vant teh coffee...
I like milk too...
Every year, the Fairy of Joy visits the Earth and whoever she touches with her wand recieves happiness! May she beat the out of you!
when you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer or an employee who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Drops 'em right to the floor. Everyone jumps, he falls fown, screaming, blood squirts out his nose. Freaks everybody out. Nobody says smurfin' after that. You might get some bitch talk to ya. But give her a look, like you're gonna smash her in the face next. Watch her shut the smurf up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. The managers know better than to smurf around. So if one's givin' you static, he probarbly thinks he's a real cowboy. So what you gotta do is break that son-of-a-bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. THen you tell 'im his thumb's next. After that he'll tell ya if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry, let's get a taco.
PUMPIMP
If not, see me...
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I think he's on it...
