I was just flinging poo into my neighbor's barbeque and I ripped my johnson off when I sliced the cheese and corn salad shot out. Captain, I just humped 40 chickens. Only forty more left. A little more murphy's oil on the wooden leg sandwich. Just keep smoking those raindrops. Try a cat next time you decide to ravage an oiled cabbage. The tension that comes before a toilet overflowing is how I always feel. Always gotta stay sharp. Defend yourself to stay alive. Blast One. Now back when I was ripping the crap off my boxers a chicken made three choices. And three, don't forget to thank don't forget those who believed in you.
   - Reverend Speef Narkle #47


   Gratz meef,
       Reverend Speef Narkle