Wrath

“The Wrath has fallen down on UU.”

“Darn”

“Awwwww, what happened to da poor widdle twoll?”

“I don't know, Geo. Something fell on him. Crushed his ego...”

“That must have been one hell of a big something!”

“what crushed him?

his inflatable date?


oh I forgot, TPM was out with her last night.”

“Huh?”

“I knew it. Wasn't anything big enough to crush that ego!”

“He was born into a scene of angerness and greed, dominance and persecution. His mother was a queen, his dad he's never seen...the dood was never meant to be.”

“You mean, ... why those lousy, no-good condom makers!”

“who is that?”

“Looks good on the dog!”

“Buddur Boy....”

“He's on the right...”

“John Denver”

“He is dead. He went down, on a jet plane. Well not really a jet.”

“You're obviously not an Iron Maiden fan or you wouldn't have obviously become disturbed by my last post.

It was a joke dickhead.”

“what a sweet looking dog!!

he's kinda looking at you like "oh here we go again with the pictures"

LOL

sweet”

“Singing, "Colorado Rocky Mountain High, er, uh, no, Sunshine on my Shoulders Makes Me Happy, no, that's not it, wait, I've got it, I'm leaving on a Jet Plane, Don't know when I'll be Back Again."”

“I used to have hair that long.”

“him or the dogs hair?”

“Like him.”