Dec 21, 2004 15:40
“A toast to the drunken wenches that parade around the streets with a Martini in one hand and an egg in the other. Beware the wrath of our mischievous ways and our childish manner. Whereas our vision may be blurred, we assure you our aiming is not. And although our inhibited state causes our laughter to roar, you will never see us coming.”