Later,
Tim
The Ryan's Steakhouse Fiasco
Funny as hell account of a night at Ryan's
Worth the long read!
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Now, I am aware that a small number of things are perhaps sheer
fabrication, but I have a story to tell that is the absolute truth.
Funniest damn thing that has ever happened to me. A couple of weeks
ago we decided to cruise out to Ryan's Steakhouse for dinner.
It was a Wednesday night which means that macaroni and beef was on the
hot bar, indeed the only night of the week that it is served.
Wednesday night is also kid's night at Ryan's, complete with Dizzy the
Clown wandering from table to table entertaining the little bastards.
It may seem that the events about to be told have little connection to
those two circumstances, but all will be clear in a moment. We went
through the line and placed our orders for the all-you-can-eat hot bar
then sat down as far away from the front of the restaurant as possible
in order to keep the density of kids down a bit.
Then I started my move to the hot bar. Plate after plate of macaroni
and beef were consumed that evening, I tell you -- in all, four
heaping plates of the pseudo-Italian ambrosia were shoved into my
belly.
I was sated. Perhaps a bit too much, however. I had not really been
feeling well all day, what with a bit of gas and such. By the time I
had eaten four overwhelming plates of food, I was in real trouble.
There was so much pressure on my diaphragm that I was having trouble
breathing. At the same time, the downward pressure was building. At
first, I thought it was only gas which could have been passed in
batches right at the table without to much concern. Unfortunately,
that was not to be.
After a minute or so it was clear that I was dealing with explosive
diarrhea. It's amazing how grease can make its way through your
intestines far faster than the food which spawned the grease to begin
with, but I digress...I got up from the table and made my way to the
bathroom.
Upon entering, I saw two sinks immediately inside the door, two
urinals just to the right of the sinks, and two toilet stalls against
the back wall. One of them was a handicapped bathroom. Now, normally I
would have gone to the handicapped stall since I like to stretch out a
bit when I take a good ****, but in this case, the door lock was
broken and the only thing I hate worse than my wife telling me to stop
cutting my toenails with a pair of diagonal wire cutters is having
someone walk in on me while I am taking a ****. So, I went to the
normal stall.
In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the large, handicapped
stall even though the door would not lock because that bit of time
lost in making the stall switch proved to be a bit too long under the
circumstances. By the time I had walked into the regular stall, the
pressure on my *** was reaching Biblical proportions.
I began "The Move. "For those women who may be reading this, let me
take a moment to explain "The Move." Men know exactly what their
bowels are up to at any given second. And when the time comes to empty
the cache, a sequence of physiological events occur that cannot be
stopped under any circumstances. There is a move men make that
involves simultaneously approaching the toilet, beginning the body
turn to position ones *** toward said toilet, hooking ones fingers
into ones waistline, and pulling down the pants while beginning the
squat at the same time. It is a very fluid motion that, when performed
properly, results in the flawless expulsion of **** at the exact same
second that ones *** is properly placed on the toilet seat. Done
properly, it even assures that the choad is properly inserted into the
front rim of the toilet in the event that the piss stream lets loose
at the same time; it is truly a picture of coordination rivaling that
of a skilled ballet dancer.
I was about halfway into "The Move" when I looked down at the floor
and saw a pile of vomit that had been previously expelled by one of
those little bastards attending kids night; it was mounded up in the
corner so I did not notice it when I had first walked into the stall.
Normally, I would not have been bothered by such a thing, but I had
eaten so much and the pressure upward was so intense, that I hit a
rarely experienced gag reflex. And once that reflex started, combined
with the intense pressure upward caused by the bloated stomach, four
plates of macaroni and beef started coming up for a rematch.
What happened next was so quick that the exact sequence of events are
a bit fuzzy, but I will try to reconstruct them as best I can. In that
moment of impending projectile vomiting, my attention was diverted
from the goings-on at the other end. To put a freeze frame on the
situation, I was half crouched down to the toilet, pants pulled down
to my knees, with a load of vomit coming up my esophagus. Now, most of
you know that vomiting takes precedence over **** no matter what is
about to come slamming out of your *** .
It is apparently an evolutionary thing since ****ting will not kill
you, but vomiting takes a presence of mind to accomplish so that you
do not aspirate any food into the bronchial tubes and perhaps choke to
death. My attention was thus diverted. At that very split second, my
*** exploded in what can only be described as a wake...you know, as in
a newspaper headline along the lines of "30,000 Killed In Wake of
Typhoon Fifi" or something similar.
In what seemed to be most suitably measured in cubic feet, an enormous
plug of **** the consistency of thick mud with embedded pockets of
greasy liquid came flying out of my ***. But remember, I was only
halfway down on the toilet at that moment. The **** wave was of such
force and of just such an angle in relation to the back curve of the
toilet seat that it ricocheted off the back of the seat and slammed
into the wall at an angle of incidence equal to the angle at which it
initially hit the toilet seat. Then I sat down.
Recall that when that event occurred, I was already halfway to sitting
anyway and had actually reached the point of no return. I have always
considered myself as relatively stable gravitationally; but when you
get beyond a certain point, you're going down no matter how limber you
may be.
Needless to say, the **** wave, though of considerable force, was not
so sufficient so as to completely glance off the toilet seat and
deposit itself on the walls, unlike what you would see when hitting a
puddle with a high-pressure water hose; even though you throw water at
the puddle, the puddle gets moved and no water is left to re-form a
puddle. There was a significant amount of **** remaining on about
one-third of the seat rim which I had now just collapsed upon.
Now, back to the vomit...
While all the ****ting was going on, the vomit was still on its way
up. By the time I had actually collapsed on the toilet, my mouth had
filled up with a goodly portion of the macaroni and beef I had just
consumed. OK, so what does the human body instinctively do when
vomiting? One bends over. So I bent over. I was still sitting on the
toilet, though. Therefore, bending over resulted in me placing my head
above my now slightly opened legs, positioned in between my knees and
waist. Also directly above my pants which were now pulled down to a
point just midway between my knees and my ankles. Oh, did I mention
that I was wearing not just pants, but sweat pants with elastic on the
ankles? In one mighty push, some three pounds of macaroni and beef,
two or three Cokes, and a couple of Big, Fat Yeast Rolls were
deposited in my pants...on the inside...with no ready exit at the
bottom down by my feet.
In the next several seconds, there were a handful of farts, a couple
of turds, and the event ended, yet I was now sitting there with my
pants full of vomit, my back covered in **** that had bounced off the
toilet, spattered on three ceramic-tiled walls to a height of about
five feet, and still had enough force to come back at me, covering the
back of my shirt with droplets of liquid ****. All while thick ****
was spread all over my *** in a ring curiously in the shape of a
toilet seat. And there was no ****ing toilet paper.
What could I do but laugh? I must have sounded like a complete maniac
to the guy who then wandered into the bathroom. He actually asked if I
was OK since I was laughing so hard I must have sounded like I was
crying hysterically. I calmed down just enough to ask him if he would
get the manager. And told him to have the manager bring some toilet
paper. When the manager walked in, he brought the toilet paper with
him, but in no way was he prepared for what happened next. I simply
told him that there was no way I was going to explain what was
happening in the stall, but that I needed several wet towels and I
needed him to go ask my wife to come help me. I told him where we were
sitting and he left.
At that point, I think he was probably assuming that I had pissed just
a bit in my pants or something similarly benign.
About two minutes later, my wife came into the bathroom not knowing
what was wrong and with a certain amount of worry in her voice. I
explained to her (still laughing and having trouble getting out words)
that I had a slight accident and needed her help. Knowing that I had
experienced some close calls in the past, she probably assumed that I
had laid down a small turd or something and just needed to bring the
car around so we could bolt immediately.
Until I asked her, I'm sure she had no idea that she was about to go
across the street and purchase me new underwear, new socks, new pants,
a new shirt, and (by that time due to considerable leakage around the
elastic ankle-thingies) new sneakers.
And she then started to laugh herself since I was still laughing. She
began to ask for an explanation as to what had happened when I
promised her that I would tell her later, but that I just needed to
handle damage control for the time being. She left. The manager then
came back in with a half-dozen wet towels and a few dry ones. I asked
him to also bring a mop and bucket upon which he assured me that they
would clean up anything that needed to be cleaned.
Without giving him specific details, I explained that what was going
on in that stall that night was far in excess of what I would expect
anyone to deal with, what with most of the folks working at Ryan's
making minimum wage or just slightly above. At that moment, I think it
dawned on him exactly the gravity of the situation. Then that manager
went so far above the call of duty that I will be eternally grateful
for his actions. He hooked up a hose.
Fortunately, commercial bathrooms are constructed with tile walls and
tile floors and have a drain in the middle of the room in order to
make clean up easy. Fortunately, I was in a commercial bathroom. He
hooked up the hose to the spigot located under the sink as I began
cleaning myself up with the wet towels. Just as I was finishing, my
wife got back with the new clothes and passed them into the stall,
whereupon I stuffed the previously worn clothing into the plastic bag
that came from the store, handing the bag to my wife. I finished
cleaning myself off and carefully put on my new clothes, still stuck
in the stall since I figured that it would be in bad taste to go out
of the stall to get redressed in the event I happened to be standing
there naked and some little bastard kid walked in. At that point, I
had only made a mess; I had not yet committed a felony and intended to
keep it that way.
When I finished getting dressed, I picked up the hose and cleaned up
the entire stall, washing down the remains toward the drain in the
center of the room. I put down the hose and walked out of the
bathroom. I had intended to go to the manager and thank him for all he
had done, but when I walked out, three of the management staff were
there to greet me with a standing ovation. I started laughing so hard
that I thought I was going to throw up again, but managed to scurry
out to the car where my wife was now waiting to pick me up by the
front door.
The upshot of all this is that I strongly recommend eating dinner at
Ryan's Steak House. They have, by far, the nicest management staff of
any restaurant in which I have eaten.
author unknown
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>
>Later,
>Tim
>
>
>The Ryan's Steakhouse Fiasco
>Funny as hell account of a night at Ryan's
>Worth the long read!
No, it isn't. It wasn't even vaguely amusing the first time, and the
next 500 times haven't been any improvement, either.
--
V.G.
"I didn't dodge the question, I just simply did not answer it."
Vegas Luna "spells it out" for us.
heh heh, every heard of a killfilter???? or maybe my dad can
come and
help you out..... <eg>
--
Kashia
(*)(*)
Horn broken, watch for finger.
Can he come and help me as well? <eg>
Love,
/ Amanda
Doubt it........ he's gay.
Perhaps I need help coming out?
Love,
/ Amanda
> Amanda wrote:
> > Can he come and help me as well? <eg>
> heh heh..... i'm sure his wife won't mind..... <eg>
> Kashia
He can sort out amanda. I'll sort out the wife. <veg>
E.
heh heh..... i'm sure his wife won't mind..... <eg>
my dad ain't gay...... just jiggy's wishful thinking.....
ROFL.........
LOL.... Good to see y'all are into Hog *heavin*
> Lik Mai Sak wrote:
> > Bedlam wrote:
> > > > Can he come and help me as well? <eg>
> > > heh heh..... i'm sure his wife won't mind..... <eg>
> > > Kashia
> > He can sort out amanda. I'll sort out the wife. <veg>
> > E.
> ROFL.........
> Kashia
Hey that's not a joke. I have always wanted to give yer
stepmother-in-law one.
E.
Wassamatter? Did all the little boys in alt.flame reject you as
well and now you need to chuck a tantrum at Kashia. never mind,
there's always the crack in the couch.
E.
I didn't think so. But I still need help...
Love,
/ Amanda
She can help too!
Love,
/ Amanda
Why split up?
Love,
/ Amanda
No way! The wife is my toy.
E.
good point. Kashia, I hate you to be left out, so can you hold
the camera?
E.
ROFLMFAO.........
with what? i have torture treatments for all tastes........
why not......
Well, there are a lot of YBFs to get rid of, for starters!
Love,
/ Amanda
While they not as lame as U, neither are they as much fun to paw around as U
R my funny little man.... U bite faster harder and bigger than most......
BTW..... The only thing I'd chuck at yer cow..... is "shit"... & I don't do
"crack"......... my little 'bum bubble'.
Help him out of his pants probably.
> "Lik Mai Sak" <!!cuddly...@yayahoo.com> wrote in message
> : Wassamatter? Did all the little boys in alt.flame reject you as
> : well and now you need to chuck a tantrum at Kashia. never mind,
> : there's always the crack in the couch.
> : E.
>
> While they not as lame as U, neither are they as much fun to paw around as U
> R my funny little man.... U bite faster harder and bigger than most......
Look closer .... than line with the hook on it? The hooks at your end. The reel
is at my end. The reflection of the water must be playing tricks on you.....
> BTW..... The only thing I'd chuck at yer cow..... is "shit"...
So they did reject you. Go ahead, have a little tanty, I don't mind at all.
> & I don't do
> "crack"......... my little 'bum bubble'.
You mean even the couch rejected you?
E.
Generic denial = Struck a nerve.
--
Spitfire
You done yet?
>"Vanilla Gorilla (Monkey Boy)" wrote:
>
>> >check out The ICEpAGE Online
>> >http://www.forthworld.net/icepage
>> >Later,
>> >Tim
>> >The Ryan's Steakhouse Fiasco
>> >Funny as hell account of a night at Ryan's
>> >Worth the long read!
>> No, it isn't. It wasn't even vaguely amusing the first time, and the
>> next 500 times haven't been any improvement, either.
>
>heh heh, every heard of a killfilter???? or maybe my dad can
>come and
>help you out..... <eg>
In retrospect, I realize that I don't really have any basis to claim
that the second through five hundredth times weren't any better, as I
didn't read any of them. And yes, my killfile is deep and wide, but
not a lonely place.
--
V.G.
"I didn't dodge the question, I just simply did not answer it."
Vegas Luna "spells it out" for us.
LOL... You twat's couldn't "strike a nerve" with a bus...........
..... *LiCkeDyAaNdDiCkEdYaImFaRtOqUiCkFoRyA*.........
Uh huh,....bet you stay up so late obsessed with this place that you crash on
the couch to avoid waking yer goat....
Don't flatter yerself spiffy............... yer easy.........
I do that a lot, thank you very much. You think you guys have a monopoly
on shaving. Get real.
Love,
/ Amanda
Thanks for borrowing my posts.
> yer lame arse blathering is
> making me feel sleepy......
Then go and have a nice lie down. It's probably past your bedtime anyway.
You know how confused the last accommodations got.
Right side up has a different meaning for you...
....that's what the wimmin say,.....ya just joined their group....
so true but i only have a certain amount of free time each day.
so i have to be choosy...... :)
where would you like to hang from? the roof, the wall......
etc.....
and did you want whips and chains with that????? <eg>
Remember, all work and no play makes Amanda a dull girl.
Love,
/ Amanda
Speaking of the insignificant faggot, who got the kill?
He just morphed into another personality that he had pre-tested on ya'll.
Have fun...... heheheh......
He's not worth the effort to look for. The true faggot that he is, he'll be
pointing his ass up in the air soon enough, begging to get fucked.
> Have fun...... heheheh......
I see things still haven't changed with you. Still a doormat.
> do you have a cat-o-nine-tails ?
i only have cats with two tails, will that do???? <eg>
> and no catto, that wasn't an invitation for you to add your
> insignificant ramblings again.
who's catto and why would i want to add him to my fantasy?????
:)
and if you're back, and Mel is still physically alive, then you've failed... or,
with a more optimistic outlook, you planted a time bomb.
--
MÅX DÊSTROÝËR
ur_drool 7/13/01:
"Lada de Lada da... brrrrrrrrmmmmm "SPLAT" brrrrrrrrmmmmm... beep beep."
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Yep! Same stupid shit, different day.
I'll go on record as saying this, there were almost 2 deaths, but practice
does make perfect.
Actually ya missed several days of posting.... so we had to rely on spiffy
to come up with yer share.
It's amazing that he doesn't run out of it..... I guess it's cause he's a
"truly deep arsehole". Ain't It admirable how he's always the first to
wheel himself into the front line..... *just quietly,* I think it's cause he
likes to be seen to be able to*move* his legs...... "Silly boy" thinks we
don't know how come his feet are always in his mouth...... LOL.....
heheheh......
So ya see.... When ya take all this into consideration....... It's not hard
to work out that he's had a lot more opportunity to & practice at
"collecting shit" than you have "kinda kept ya in the shadow"......... Which
sorta explains why. "yer such a shallow arsehole"....... LMAO......
hahahahahaha.......
BTW....... Thanks for the opportunity to have a talk..... I like to stay in
tune with you "little fella's"
......Just trying to be helpful........*LiCk*.........
*LiCK* my ass, ya dried-up sperm sack. If yer so interested in sucking
Spit's dick, I'm sure if you ask him nicely he'll give you a shot.
Yes .... how did the hunt go?....
I see was hydeing in cyber cafes for a while.
Did he manage to assimilate you?
Oh yeah... almost forgot.. Thanks for the sig maxie..
I shortened it a bit... I figured I don't need to drive that far b4 I gets
ya'll...;-)~
I *LiCkEd*..... ur's...... 4 U 2...(-: smiles:-) & waves to JiGGy.......
ur_drool 16/07/2001
"Lada de Lada da... brrrrrrmmm "SPLAT" brrrrrrmmm... beep beep."
? --
? *** MUFF GOITRE ***
?
? ur_drool 7/13/01:
?
? "Lada de Lada da... brrrrrrrrmmmmm "SPLAT" brrrrrrrrmmmmm... beep beep."
Whoa..hoo get the gaff I got him coming in fast......... LMFAO@ U........
...........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.........
BTW....... Niiiccee *LiCk*....... Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....
He can be the..... "DEAD".... as in "dead keen to get into U"........
.... LOL....hahahahahahaha.... *LiCk*........ hahahahahaha
Yep, ya fool. Ya walked right into it, which is strange because you usually
back onto it.
> LMFAO@ U........
> ...........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.........
I don't mind the bantering, but would you mind keeping the sound your sheep
makes when yer cumming to yourself?
> BTW....... Niiiccee *LiCk*....... Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....
You have just reached "useless" status.
Don't you "losers" have a word for this sort of situation?...... begins with
IKY I beleive.
:
: > LMFAO@ U........
:
:
Who are you talking to?
.....right between the eyes....
"That's a rather tender subject,......another slice?"
Well we wouldn't want yer nipples and clit to be pointless...
OK I'll play yer silly game.............
Shall I tell ya how boring u r..... or shall we just take it as read.
.....you,.....ya fukin idjit....
I'm boring right into yer skull....
Yeah but only textually
Ya really got a get some bigger equipment spiffy......
I didn't even know ya had it out, until ya told me.....
Shoulda known you couldn't take the truth...
Of course,....you define the word: numbskull....
mailing a time bomb is still an option... surley you found out his address.
just a couple a questions... How much do you think a roundtrip ticket from LA
to NZ would be and how tight is the security at your airport?
this is sad...
<checking headers> Yep... it's him
--
MÅX DÊSTROÝËR
ur_drool 7/13/01:
"Lada de Lada da... brrrrrrrrmmmmm "SPLAT" brrrrrrrrmmmmm... beep beep."
We're witnessing the evolution of a lifeform *lower* than blippy...
> just a couple a questions... How much do you think a roundtrip ticket from LA
> to NZ would be and how tight is the security at your airport?
> MÅX DÊSTROÝËR
Just don't try and escape by sea. The combined Navy/Policy force flotilla might get you.
It's only a rusty old dinghy, but once an escaping criminal scraped his shin on the side and
had to have a tetanus shot, which hurt him somewhat.
FEAR NZ FIREPOWER!!!!!!
E.
Hey Dr. Frankenfurter, what's with the political post? oh, and how many
times have you seen RHPS? only 76 here. thx for the memories...
You don't know me vewy well,....do you.....
> oh, and how many times have you seen RHPS? only 76 here. thx for the memories...
...."seen",.....or gone to?
(It ain't shit on video)
----scene at door----
Audience: Look between Janet's legs!
Riff Raff: You're wet.
Just send me the money & I'll come and see ya
It's actually FOUR rusty old dinghy's and TWO brand new canoes....
Shows how much U know........ :-/~
this is sad...
It's yer fate....... don't cry to me...... Bwahahahahahahahahahaha
? We're witnessing the evolution of a lifeform *lower* than blippy...
and higher..... than that to which you.... can hope to aspire......
so getting a flamethrower through security shouldn't be a problem...
so getting a flamethrower through security shouldn't be a problem...
Just phone ahead and I'll come and pick you up with a hearse......
064 025 400-481 ask "r u droll"....... I'll reply "No u r droll".....
where's your fucking neck...!?!?
>
> > oh, and how many times have you seen RHPS? only 76 here. thx for the memories...
>
> ...."seen",.....or gone to?
gone to, but never played a character... I removed the cause, but not the... symptom.
>
> (It ain't shit on video)
They caught it on tape, well... how 'bout that
>
> ----scene at door----
>
> Audience: Look between Janet's legs!
>
> Riff Raff: You're wet.
Audience: Do you have a waterproof vibrator with you?
Janet: Yes
You would know.
> : > LMFAO@ U........
> : > ...........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.........
> :
> : I don't mind the bantering, but would you mind keeping the sound your
> sheep
> : makes when yer cumming to yourself?
> :
> : > BTW....... Niiiccee *LiCk*.......
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....
> :
> : You have just reached "useless" status.
> :
> :
>
>
That's no fun. He'd like it.
Yes. Yours too.
Bbq'd?
Drool's a fairy waiting for a fantasy. Loser status in here has hit an
all-time high. Who the fuck left the door open?
>On Sun, 15 Jul 2001 18:43:48 GMT, "Mi MM ke" <Ea...@Home.com>
>hallucinated:
>
>~> and no catto, that wasn't an invitation for you to add your
>~> insignificant ramblings again.
>
>~Speaking of the insignificant faggot, who got the kill?
>
>droll's pet rock, probably.
I'm betting on the AIDS virus.
--
lab~rat >:-)
Do you want polite or do you want sincere?
Sure you don't mean low?
> Who the fuck left the door open?
>
drool and jig keep giving free blowjobs.
>On Mon, 16 Jul 2001 06:54:51 +1000, Bedlam
><polit_c...@yahoo.com> hallucinated:
>
>~> ~and did you want whips and chains with that????? <eg>
>~> the rafters would be my prime choice, thanks.
>~consider it done....
>ahhhh, feels just like home !
>
>~> do you have a cat-o-nine-tails ?
>~i only have cats with two tails, will that do???? <eg>
>no way, nothing less than nine will do, sorry !
>
>~> and no catto, that wasn't an invitation for you to add your
>~> insignificant ramblings again.
>~
>~who's catto and why would i want to add him to my fantasy?????
>~:)
>some chump who is well known in cape town fairy circles, and you
>would not want to, i suspect.
Unless your fantasies include a threesome with an AIDS-infected faggot
and a rubber doll.
I stand corrected.
> > Who the fuck left the door open?
> >
> drool and jig keep giving free blowjobs.
Where's my favorite faggot? Drool's still spewing the same shit,
word-for-word, since the murder charges on me were dropped.
>
>"lab~rat" <ch...@cheese.net> wrote in message
>news:upa6lt442reuffqs4...@4ax.com...
>> On Mon, 16 Jul 2001 17:27:13 GMT, "Mi MM ke" <Ea...@Home.com> puked:
>>
>> >
>> >"vampeleon" <vampel...@freemail.absa.co.za> wrote in message
>> >news:a0o5ltotuigt71i4q...@4ax.com...
>> >> On Sun, 15 Jul 2001 18:43:48 GMT, "Mi MM ke" <Ea...@Home.com>
>> >> hallucinated:
>> >>
>> >> ~> and no catto, that wasn't an invitation for you to add your
>> >> ~> insignificant ramblings again.
>> >>
>> >> ~Speaking of the insignificant faggot, who got the kill?
>> >>
>> >> droll's pet rock, probably.
>> >
>> >Drool's a fairy waiting for a fantasy. Loser status in here has hit an
>> >all-time high.
>>
>> Sure you don't mean low?
>
>I stand corrected.
>
>> > Who the fuck left the door open?
>> >
>> drool and jig keep giving free blowjobs.
>
>Where's my favorite faggot?
Dead.
>Drool's still spewing the same shit,
>word-for-word, since the murder charges on me were dropped.
>
You beat the catto rap, wanna try for drool?
Can't pay me enough to take a trip to sheep-shagging country, besides, the
rams will deal with drool.
PISSED YA'LL OFF..... LMFAO @ALLRU
>...................... U R A PUSSY....................
>
Consensus seems to be that it doesn't get much lamer.
"ur_droll" <Ch...@xtra.co.nz> wrote in message
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> ...................... U R A PUSSY....................
and U R JEALOUS that you can't fuck me.