[milkncookies]

Oh look, it's the snail-skulled little rabbit peeking out of it's hole.
May it choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of its own trite, foolish beliefs.

[Fightin Whitey]

May it choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of its own trite, foolish beliefs.

Now that is some righteous fine prose, I gotta admit.

I'll be surprised if you're not an Orcalar one of these days!