Post by Da Funk on Aug 21, 2011 15:06:10 GMT -5
My breath is full of Jack Daniels, my eyes are bloodshot like a psycho, and I A'INT GOT TIME FOR THIS BULLFUCK!. Motherfucking mexican wannabe wanting to know how to freaking build a house, FUCK THAT! It's time I released the demons within your confused soul, into a bottle of JD, and DRINK YOUR DEMONS AWAY. But no, you want me to do it the old fashioned way, eh? Well fine, I can do that too. Here's a tip, 'fore you come to Revenge bring an extra pair of pants, some tissue boxes to clean up the tears and the blood, and a new skeletal system. All of these things are MANDATORY, they are NOT OPTIONAL, when I'm done I'll have crushed every bone in your body, your soul, and make your bowels do the Cacamuchi. What is the Cacamuchi you ask? It's an ancient dance dating all the way back to the Roman gladiators when there was no booze, no decent chicks, and a boring collisuem to waste. It involved the pelvis, vomit, copius amounts ofvomit, and more vomit. If I went into any more details I'd shit myself just thinking about it, but I'll make DAMN sure you know it like you know how to cook burritos. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an elaborate jacket to furnish. PEACE.
