I can only pray, to my Roger shaped mountain of SPAM (AS EVER), that he check up on this place.
He never did make good on his promise to knock my teeth in, the coward.
Come on, dipshit, I'm not that hard to find. You come on up to AK and we can debate like gentlemen.
With hats and shit.
You stupid, sad, tired salesmonkey, I feel like DANCING.