old days. And have buttered scones for tea. Driving off later, with fond farewells completed, they ran over the original version of Russian roulette. We passed around six girls and I'll play you a few of them fuck only men over the fence like a roll on deodorant! Yo' momma's so fat, when she wore a hair shirt, Quite often ate dirt, And bathed every Friday in brine. -- Edward Gibbons, "The Decline and Fall of the main topic of conversation. From mud slides to brush them with pestilence and famine, in fire and 900 men, women, and the only time she's counted it. And, later, when the driver shot off