...and be with the starving pygmies down there in New Guinea. Amen.
Ok, here's the deal.
I want 1,000 comments on this thing. That's right a thousand.
Stop your whining. We can do it, esse.
Ask me a question you've always wanted to ask, but were afraid to.
Tell me why I'm so dad gum cool ( or not ).
Tell me what you do when feminine itching and odor get you down.
Tell me why brass monkey really IS that funky monkey.
Tell me what word comes to mind when you think of me.
I don't care what it is, just leave a comment.
Invite your friends. Invite your mom. You can even invite your friend's mom. It's as simple as that.
Now, get busy commenting or I shall taunt you a second time.
I want 1,000 comments on this thing. That's right a thousand.
Stop your whining. We can do it, esse.
Ask me a question you've always wanted to ask, but were afraid to.
Tell me why I'm so dad gum cool ( or not ).
Tell me what you do when feminine itching and odor get you down.
Tell me why brass monkey really IS that funky monkey.
Tell me what word comes to mind when you think of me.
I don't care what it is, just leave a comment.
Invite your friends. Invite your mom. You can even invite your friend's mom. It's as simple as that.
Now, get busy commenting or I shall taunt you a second time.