katmandhu
11-25-2005, 09:49 PM
Twas the day after Thanksgiving and my poor head hurts. Mess with my sons and I'll roll with you in the dirt. That dirty old bastard who knocked me down and punched, I"ll find him some day and have him for lunch! He ran away to safety before I could reach... but his nuts would have been aching like a squished freaking leech. I thought there was more but it was pretty fair... three of them and me and my pair. My boys are both big and I am just small, but their backs had I so they wouldn't fall. So the night of the big gobble turned me into a hobble. I'm an old fool and not very cool, but I got us to bail before we went to jail. And today will be remembered of hellatious body aches, all day I did sleep not wanting to wake. Don't mess with me boyos I'm willing to wager, anyone with sense knows how I get on Jager!