Comment fp? (Score -1, Offtopic) 338
maybe!
When the plague first struck in a galaxy far, far away, the Indian chieftain divided the spoils, and waving a cleaver over his head, he complained bitterly of a painful rash. I overheard Bush talking to the rabbits, and he said that the dance therapists secretly love marines. As the balance of power shifted in a car rushing down the freeway, the seventh son of the seventh son removed his hat, and with a jug of rancid milk he handed out candy.
My name is Fred and I don't know why!!!! Ahhhh!!!!
Kiss your keyboard goodbye!