Jesus christ, Jerry. Everyone hates you. And you know it. And you even hate yourself. Nobody likes you, except a black smurf with glaucoma that yer Dad had the foresight to put out of it's misery before it had the chance to really understand the horrible situation it was about to get into, being with you. Your cats hate you. God hates you, or he would have let you die by now. I suggest you move to Kansas and buy a barn in the middle of nowhere and lock yourself inside. And weep for yourself. And pray for a tornado.
The finger of God?
And, to be fair, one of my favorite friends there is blind and I take every opportunity available to make fun of that and we're still friends. That guy never fit there. He never got the spirit of the RKMBs. We're gonna keep an eye on the obits, see if he finally left or if he really did have a heart attack. 2,506,410.81 CAD Rack points
