why you do it.
It's almost like he's picking off the low lying fruit now though, a fat druggie and a centenarian...
John Pinette's buffet skit was one of the funniest I had ever heard in my life. Fat jokes never get old.
There can be only one.
It's very simple.
You win, or you die.
And then Ragu chops you into pieces and dissolves your head in chemicals before spreading the fatty parts around Stalin Islands for the neighbourhood dogs.