Dear New England:
If I had a few thousand loyal, rabid dogs at my disposal, I would set them upon your region. And then, when you're not looking (or dead or infected or whatever), I would kidnap your coach, convert him to Mormonism, force-feed him, and make him grow a mustache. I'm sure you see where this is going. Once I get the dog thing together, you're in deep shit.
2 Comments:
there there, you're going to upset Paul McCartney with all this over-the-top boobgate kind of talk. The Eagles were just practicing this year.
-john fu
aren't you from new england? traitor.
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