Ah, yes.
Not that's it's terribly important, but I just finished off the last of some five-day-old roast chicken. Hope I don't die, but if I do, I bequeath all of my earthly possessions to you Buzz, but all of my celestial possessions... those are Frozen's. Fight it out with him if you want, I'll be knocking boots with Shania Twain on a bed of bacon and won't really care about you assholes one way or the other.
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