Nah it's mist son, Learn the song.


I'm pretty sure my landlady wants to screw me. Who comes around to visit their tenants on Christmas, drunk wearing only a bra and a skirt and hands then a basket of fruit?

I may go next door for a while. Ho Ho Ho.

The hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters. Cus D'Amato