Spread the love, it tastes like fatty butter. Yum.

i love japanese everything. and skiing. and cold weather. i hate texas. and emos. and i wish i had magic spicy crab sushi vision. but that's not gonna happen, huh? well, maybe i'll just buy a straightjacket instead. i'm addicted to ebay.

"Nuts to this", scremed Robert - his normally Hyper Good Samaritan (HSG) surface personality disolving into a pool of dull-red hatred surmounted by white-hot ball of rage. "My faith in you has finally killed me!" And it was true, at that very moment his heart stopped beating and his brain, throbbing with anger and disgust, took over. He vomited all of the wholesomeness he could fit through his mouth in one fiften (15) second cataclysmic eruption leaving naught but revulsion and despair behind. Though possessing a powerful build (being constructed mainly of horseflesh and pigiron), his bones seemed weak in comparison to his newfound desire to kill. And kill he would, scores of dead would pile up beneath his feet. And he would say, "...It was a case of post-mortem self-defense!"

thats what she said.