Why is it that every time I walk down the street, a bunch of crazy football hooligans chuck a cream pie in my face, dance about the Mississippi and steal my wife's hard earned ubergun?
Today a rock came through my window and it a had a note on it which read "fork you pooftar". I was quite taken back and phoned the local lizard man to help me break the rock into 3000 little pieces of oxo cubes.
Holy shit Batman, I'm homo! Homo Erectus, that is.
“CHARLIE BIT ME! Charlie, put the sub machine gun down.. uh.. Agh! People are dying in here!”
Let your inner soul drift unto your throat, ARGHHHHHH NO IT BURNS ME, US!!11!!1!1! HUMANITY!