I dream of Hawkeye, Dead.
Kristina loves you
*Insert homosexual discrimination joke directed at Hawkeye*
So that's why my nudist magazines were missing.
The beatles (all of them)
What the hell are you talking about?
Stories bother me with fudge. No, I'm not talking about everyday fudge, I'm talking about fudge with a capital f. Ironically, I'm talking right now about fudge. Perhaps you should too.
Thats not nice! Keep it up.
You have no choice. Candy bar?
That enough!
