tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332238913645106879.post5581714356002285233..comments2008-09-12T10:10:26.984-07:00Nobesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332238913645106879.post-27883651648586550522008-09-12T10:10:00.000-07:002008-09-12T10:10:00.000-07:00Mmmmm, cunty! <BR/><BR/>Your logo is Mega Superior, sir. I am humbled by its greatness, as I am haunted by its churning, frothing nightmarish horror. Well played sir. Well played. <BR/><BR/>PS: Ask T. Rizzuto sometime about Precious Moments, in re: his friend Dennis's wedding. It is the hysterical conversation during which I confirmed my long-held suspicion that he was totally gaybones. There was this light-up PM thingy, a car containing the droopy-eyed bride and groom figurines, and -- well, T.R. and I got to shrieking about how it would <I>watch them</I> at night ...Gleemonexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00329310168801733659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332238913645106879.post-55028941668601667332008-09-11T16:42:00.000-07:002008-09-11T16:42:00.000-07:00I can barely type this due to the massive erection your new logo has given me. And, yes, I type with my penis. Don't you?<BR/><BR/>So what have you got against momm--I mean, Sarah Palin? Oh, boy. That was awkward. Um, I have to go now.Spanish Johnnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05769126341669831105noreply@blogger.com