The Shoutbox
I was wondering the exact same thing. Interesting.
I wonder how much poop is made the day after thanksgiving. Any guesses?
Now he has managed to spell Assassin, AND Tarantino incorrectly...
Mmmmm....pie! again!
I sliced the side of my toe and didn't know it until I saw the pools of blood. Yuck Yuck. Try eating pie now.
Mmmmm....pie!
Yup...eating pie.
People who can't get along shouldn't have kids. How about those thanksgiving pies? Yum yum. Drown yourself in a sugar induced coma.
No soap, radio.
No soap...scrub your body with shampoo.
My soap isn't on today