Wednesday, March 5, 2008
...to get yer lyin, yella, no good keister off my property...
I've not the slightest inclination who had the audacity to disrupt my shower, but I am quite certain I hate them with a passion which can only be mustered from a small, partially damp, barely-Irish woman. The kind of scorn a lady usually reserves for Sega. My sins were barely wet, never mind scrubbed off.
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hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn for sega.
-THE WHALE
Look at you, all catchin' my refs.
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