I don't even think this makes any sense, but it's 1am and I have to wake up in FOUR hours. Then again I am not here today, I am away, curse and insult me all you like.
There are 12 messages for this day.
|<guyPaulo> A pox on your sphincter! Your mother was a hampster and your father smelled of elderberries!|
|<Kumiho> Actually, elderberries smell rather nice.|
|<Axolotl> Watch it Kumi, guyP may fart in your general direction!|
|<Kumiho> No he won't last I saw of him he had a horn up his rear.|
|<Axolotl> That's what you get for being a French knigget!|
|<Roger Mexico> Ya poxy jibbering GIT! I'm not interested in your love life or WHAT his name is! Now, drop that pickle!!|
|<guyPaulo> Read this before you go to the doctor again... |
|<3Suns> You are less wise than the president in a drunken stupor. May you be infinitely prodded by your aunties! A thousand curses upon you, each of incrementally greater annoyance!|
|<Hysterical Woman> You waste of oxygen! Tell me who that man in the middle picture is!|
|<3Suns> The name is Bond. Gold Bond.|
|<TheGalNextDoor> "My love for you is like diarrhea. I just can't hold it in." - Weird Al|
|<Xpilot> Mort sucks at xpilot. (and at making captions to yahoos most emailed pictures).|