horus814 Sep 2003

It's called a fucking 'curb' you pompous twig with a bald spot. be blushing pre-grovel, but we're not. I would be careful though if i were you, one day, you might just get your wish. Unfortunately, i would just get up off of the 'curb' laugh (while spitting a mouthful of shattered bone and teeth in your face) then gum you death. P.s. For Christmas this year? i bought your favourite pressed tan slacks a pair of blinkers, for when you turn. ha ha ha. Simpleton. Sit and spin you fucking sorey spineless chirp.