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Sun 30 Mar, 2003 12:59 pm
I'm hungover.
It's raining.
I'm hungry.
So I call the local cat-food take out place(Chinese) and place an order. Heart's set on Chicken and vegetables....no delivery today.
I need to go kick an old person.
Outside. You and me. 3 o'clock. After school.
You're mine.
Bring it.
They don't call me "glass jaw" for nothing.
Wait...
DAMMIT!
dang. this fight was a bit too short. i didn't even have a chance to get a concession stand set up. phooey.
rematch?
Jeeez! Looks like I missed it too. Yeah, we want a rematch.
slappy took a Chung King class but he couldn't open the can.
No delivery? Must be SARS...
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Bite her ears off SlapDog, you ARE Mike Tyson!!
That should be "father's ear." LOL c.i.