i'm in control here. if you don't believe me, check out my profile. it's been liek that since teh dawn of time. if you weren't aware of this prior to this announcement, do not worry, relax, chillify yourself, and return to your homes. freinds reruns will take your mind off of anythign remotely uncomfortable.
::wanders out of control::
*wonders doubt oven contrails.*
Listen, Mate, I live in Florida, so I can tell you exactly what to do with that Gator.
The first rule of fuckin' with gators: Don't fuck with Gators.
The second rule of fuckin' with gators: Don't fuck with Gators.
The third rule of fuckin' with gators: Our football team will own you.
The Fourth rule of fuckin' with gators: Bring beer.
The Fith rule of fuckin' with gators: Bring lots more beer.
adn you hvae me to thank for being th eonly thing between those gators and your toilet bowl son. if you think aligators are badasses, what do you think the folks who controllin are all about then eh?
Quote from: Secret Chief Horabi'm in control here. if you don't believe me, check out my profile. it's been liek that since teh dawn of time. if you weren't aware of this prior to this announcement, do not worry, relax, chillify yourself, and return to your homes. freinds reruns will take your mind off of anythign remotely uncomfortable.
Alligator Control is the essential first step in any plot to gain control
of New York City.
And I don't think redirecting my attention from remotely uncomfortable things
to friends reruns will in any way reduce my discomfort. Quite the opposite,
in fact.