QUOTE(OsGOD @ August 8, 2007 - 09:44PM)
Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.
QUOTE(wingnut22 @ August 8, 2007 - 09:45PM)
drat, I love karaoke....wait for me! haha but I cant sing
WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Oh, I know. I can't either, but I love to play
" Finish him. Finish him, your way."