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No - no. Boys, bitches : NO.
Do we WANT a lawsuit on our hands? No, so thorns stay outta stooges' hands, and we all go by our daily business.
What're ye, idiots? Yenno, dun even answer that, I ain't in no mood to count up on yer YESSIR, PAULIE, SIRs. Gives me freakin' indigestion. Makes the Hammer Girl go down from an E cup to an AA. Yeah, it's that kinda fairytale tragedy.
FURTHERMORE, Virginia-dear's been holdin' out on ye's'all and sure as hell ain't mentioned her wee love for on-sale-hand-lotion, which clearly makes'er a villain o'sorts, cause honeys, ye ain't ever wanna trust a gal who can't hold things without givin'em a rash - whereas I'm as saintly as the pedo next door, capisci?
So yeah, schmucks, help a fella out: NO THORNS! GO AGAINST THE LAW! REVOLUTION! NO THORNS! VOX PO - what whassat? - VOX POPO - POPE - POPEYE - VOX SOMETHIN'! NO THORNS! LESSER RATES ON PORN RENTALS! DENTAL INSURANCE! DRY 'TINIS! NO THORNS!
Remember:
VOTE FO' PAULIE. VOTE FO' PORN!
[ooc: ...dissent among ranks. Clearly. Or as Paulie's put it before: anything to piss Virginia off. *__*b]