In order to get Yank-me John off his damn dead ass...no, I want him on his big damn dead ass- writing.
You're erudite. You are quite the wordsmith with many cunning slights of phrase. You're still retarded, but but you speak well for some one with three brain cells fighting for superiority. Unfortunately for you, the one called Mussolini wins in the semis, and it still has to take on Selassie in the final.
So I took off John's link and put on one that I can't read but has some neat pictures. At least John can look at those and maybe work on a poo, I mean, movement.
Speaking of pictures:
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