Bomb Throwing Pacifist
If you took that happy, smiling guy from the box of Quaker Oats, handed him a bottle of gin and a rifle, and pissed him off to a point where he decided he wasn't going to take it anymore, you'd get a little something like this.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
I know it's late...
But late is better than never. 3-1 France. Eat it, hispanomuslamofascists, eat it!!!!!11!!e!eventy!one!!!!
Best watch yourself, Brazil. We've got your numbers. And that would be 1998, 3, and 0. See you on Saturday, cogagz!
Marc with a C, 5:14 PM
