I love woot.
c’mon - let’s do this!!
//sets fire to Jaeter
//orders 17 truckloads of ammonium Nitrate
//explodes the truckloads on Jaeter’s smoldering corpse
//cocks hind leg for final indignity
I’ve seen it happen too many times before. An army of one goes down in a blaze of glory at the hands of a maniacle rodent.
And yet it keeps happening.
^ Bump again.
Nope…it’s all gone.
Not enough left to even make spam, eggs, sausage and spam.
The funniest part about this is the fool keeps bumping what is obviously a thread telling him to go “F” himself…
//file under, you can hand em a keyboard, but you can’t make sure they have the cognitive skills of a three year old…
Oooo… I’ll have the spam, please.
I’ll have the spam, eggs, spam, spam, biscuits, and spam . . . without the spam.
But I don’t like SPAM.
I love spam I will have yours…
I’ll have the Lobster Thermidor aux Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provençale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and Spam.
You want fries with that?