Jun 6, 2011
Where'd I put my rubber chicken?
...but know this. You can cut me off from the civlised world. You can incarcerate me with two moronic cellmates. You can torture me with your thrice daily swill, but you cannot break the spirit of a Winchester. My voice shall be heard from this wilderness and I shall be delivered from this fetid an festering sewer.
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4 comments:
Say, "okey dokey", Major.
Let's just avoid the Christmas rush and start hating him now.
You've inspired me to break out my DVDs and rewatch the series. Expect a nasty note from The Wife.
Cross out machine gun and write in pizza oven.
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