> Where is Ross <snip>
"I'm in your thoughts."
Hey, pedo-clown! I just looked at your pathetic delusional blaaargh
for the first time in several weeks and I notice that you're dying of
colon cancer. Please answer an important question for me: when you're
buried in a pauper's grave (soon after the worse-than-usual stench
from your "crib" has alerted your neighbours to your demise), will you
get a headstone with your name on it? I hope so.
Otherwise, how will visitors to the cemetery know where the urinal is?
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PJR :-)
All that time on the bicycle you would have thought he would be
getting enough exercise to help him stave off cancer.
Guess he should have found a more comfortable seat.
My theory is that the monstrously mutated lichen that is known to
infest the streets of Jacksonville has carcinogenic properties.
The lichen is probably especially dangerous if, like chuckles, one
uses it as a rectal suppository in the belief that it will make one
irresistibly attractive to little girls.
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PJR :-)
Or female lichen.