OK. There's mental illness shuffling down the block in house slippers mumbling incoherently or talking an umbrella shower ala Chin (OK, it was phony, but a common notion of being off your rocker); then there's little-bitty Nicky Scarfo looking into the bloodless face of a hit victim, shouting, "I love it, I love it!" It's this last I had in mind in posing the initial inquiry.
N..... or no, bastard had balls, shame to kill him... I got nuthin', I got nuthin...
Coming to bb is like going to the dollar store. You came for one thing, but once in now youse cant leave.
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