RoyalOrleans

I made babies on your face.

Stellar retort.

Do you have a newsletter?

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Trouble? You ought to be beaten for the defiling of the Queen's English.

I bet I hold the record for real addresses.

I would most defintely torture him with my opera singing. Pagliacci... oh yeah.

Jesus Tapdancin' Christ! Why don't you tell her how you really feel? You should be chained to a furnace.

Ahhh... chicks with dicks. Some fine children's programming.

You should keep it in the fridge to avoid spoiling.

I have a six pack in the fridge, too. Emoticons are so played.

No one is above an ass-whooping, but some situations you have to walk away from. Pop always said, "Never mess with a short man or a quiet man.".

I never concede. Perhaps you meant conceited? In which case, I would have to agree.

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My opinion, may come out of vanity, his tale is full of shit.

Harp and fucking criticize until there

Not sure. I reckon it's a tribute to your athleticism.

My first house was close to Lake Lanier and was in an area where it was drained at one time to build a railroad. The area had a lot of sand as sediment and the yard was prone to flood. Hence the use of large railroad crossties close to the house. The wood roaches there were intolerable, not nearly as bad as their German cousins. Still equally nerve racking. Motherfuckers were two to four inches long. I found one sitting on top of my water faucet in my shower. The sonofabitch was at least 4 inches and was cleaning itself. How appropriate. I killed it with bleach. Two months later, I moved.

Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!

In the mortal words of Eddo, "You all suck!".

The 'coons over here are fucking brave and the 'possums are stupid. When I was thirteen, I shot a raccoon speeding along a railroad crosstie. The very next day, I nicked a feral cat. I will take mice and rats over German Cockroaches any ol' day of the fucking week.

Whatever his expertise, it will never match my PHD in Folklore Mythology.

Ahhh... that's where I left you.

Now for Wrath Now for Ruin And the Dawn of a Red Day To Death!

I've shot more racoons around here than 'possums.