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| i am the levitating jackass thing. good day to you, my friend. | |
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| i am columbia. what's happening, comrade? | |
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| i heard you were totally falling apart and whatnot during landing, roasting everyone inside you. | |
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| such is life. i hope to lock the flavor in like a george foreman grill. | |
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call it premonition. [call 1-900-rkt-cock for a good time.]
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| you're pretty cheerful, given the circumstances, son. why's that, you silly twat? | |
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| i've come to terms with it already. when i saw 'TNT' painted on my side, i was like 'hmmm..' y'know? | |
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