"Pagan girls doth be easy. Surely, the Aeon of Horus rocks mightily. BRING HITHER MY COCAINE! Talentless lackies wouldn't know true enlightenment if it penetrated their hind quarters. Eris my foot, I know well the Whore of Babylon when she -WHERE'S MY BLOODY COKE YOU WORTHLESS EXCREMINT! Hmm... What is this Play-Station? Aah, Vice City... I'll not pay you a dime young trollop, taste the wrath of my machine gun! What else... Tekken? Surely the nearly palindromic nature of the word hides an occult formulae for ass-whooping. Take that, Mathers! *beep* *bloop* Just what is taking that bloody fool Carroll so long?" |