Son, I have laid down lead and taken my shots. You do not know me and I could careless to know you.
How about you, FIGTIN WHITENESS, with a moniker like that you must have real problems with your little boy panties. OR does your mama still wipe your bung
Crap yourself, crap yourself,
Without TP you'll have to lick.
Does Director Wray right your stupid little threats for you?
You two seem about the same room temperature I.Q.
But the question remains: when are you going to get down to this rough business you've been wetting yourself about for months and months?
Why all the talk?
Why all the incitement, eardork, and none of work?
Are you all wee-weed up?