> Oh, and nice plate
One thing is being constantly bombarded with tomato-rain-like humour as Gregf and me do, and another is this... SAD example of extremely bad taste humour. Smit's poopoo icecream is nothing compared to this. I must tell you, my friend Teh Hizz (and I know that you know that I know who and how I am when I know it), that everything has a limit.
Well, maybe bad taste doesn't have a limit. You can continue ^_^
Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey / Oh, since I set my eyes on you. / I tell you the truth. I can't get it right / Get it right / Since I met you...
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