I'm going to print this thread out and put it in a drawer with all my Taco Bell receipts.

I'll have to find a babysitter for the twins, but I'm down.

Go rape your wife.

I can just picture your fat ass oozing off the side of the chair as you sit there and type that. And your stupid patchy facial hair that you think is macho, and your Kermit De Frog voice, with a slight rasp from years of self-hating bong tokes, as you stretch the Xbox Live headset around your greasy hair and scream at…

I'll bring the Crystal Skull shot glasses.

*knife shatters*

Jesus is Lord.

Sooner or later, everything perishes.