[glock rocks]

Prove OBL's dead. Once you reach that milestone, we'll talk about Feinstein.

Oh, wait... you danced the lightning fandango.

You went over the rainbow.

You pooped skittles with the unicorn.

I love the smell of victory in the afternoon, it smells, um, like barbecued troll... gack.

... and burnt skittles.

[TheOldLady]

the lightning fandango

I am so stealing that one!