I should call myself four market Norton. I'm great in Boston and Cleveland. I do good in Phillie, New Jersey.
I had AIDS, but I beat it with Advil.
I hope you slip in a puddle of AIDS and crack your head open
You 50 year old one-breasted bag of meat. Just hang it up and be grateful some of your friends are still living.
That looks like something out of the dumpster of planned parenthood.
While There may be power in forgiveness, there is even more power in lobbing a Molotov cocktail through someone's dining room window.