When I fight through the fence it invigorates me. I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee! I eat thunder and crap lightning! Mohamed Ali ain't got nothin' on me!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Good-bye Dooce
You know, I hope this is Dooce's new life. He got out, and is looooooong gone. Dooce, old buddy, I may have complained about you, but I wish you lots of relaxation in a nice warm home where you have plenty of food and drink. May you never have to go back to those bastards again!
1 comment:
drown your sorrows
Post a Comment