Thursday, May 29, 2008


Brother 1: Don't you hate it when you get text messages in French and you think there's a hot French guy with a yacht on the other end but really it's a hairy fucking red haired short little bitch ass g-string wearing leprechaun?

Me: Yeah, that happened to me this weekend.

Brother 1: We should go stomp on his head and boil him in his own pot of gold.

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