"Y'all mutherfuckers are nuthin'!!" ,barked an aggravated Crassius Maximus, from his embedded North Dallas Logistics Compound. "I'm sick of you aliens, comin' down here and runnin' your mouths, making a name off of all the things that I do!" ...It's still early in this inevitable conflict, but I know who I'm bettin' on.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
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