Now you've just gone too far. We were discussing sensible things here.
Your mom's smell is feint. BOOYAH
We should get together and exchange tactics, tricks and feints some time.
I call that tactic "The Fall Fluff."
I could die of pride right now, but instead I choose to cover myself with leaves and hope some little kid comes to jump in the pile of leaves.
Ah, this reminds me of something. Originally Posted by Me on MSN last night Lunar: Coz you know I'm a necrophile. Lunar: And a pedophile. Lunar: Usually both at once. Aren't you proud you inspired this memory in me, Mr. Rantzien
I'm sure I can arrange to get some cherries back from the "children". You see, I'm a very special santa.
And in return the children can give me their cherries? What, I like cherries
I will make a bust and send it to someplace. You need to help me deliver lots of "presents" to "small children"!
I deserve to be an attraction in a museum goddamnit