the albacore come to save you from the evil and synical, great blue whale named johnny that can take you and slice you up into a million different
pieces which will leave saying............
"now you might call me johnny, or you might call me bobby, you can call me aj or you can call me ray, but no matter what you call me and no matter
what your say"
just stack this...
psyriosis and it's accompanying heartbreak. But have faith sandwich eaters, by all that's holy and sacred, this travesty will end when the GREAT
Schlomo arrives and takes charge of the situation and...
hardeeharhar, mortals, just another deal gone down, see what happens when you go against the will of the GREAT Schlomo. You were warned, I pleaded
with you to change your idolatry to TV, Rock and Roll, unusual deviant practices and you persisted in your fun and games. Look at you now you
sandwitch lovin peices of....
A faint smell of Fish, cheese and dead alien corpses ( :shk: ) were scattered all around!
"Where are we headed"...they all screamed,is this our life?
''We live in a world of fantasy,and if we continue this way, we shall all be .............
(fish?cheese? and aliens?.......lol,this is consistent with the other posters!!!)