Monday, November 16, 2009

Thugs with Delusions of Eloquence.

Heart condition. "Get over it, she needs you."

I can't feel the tips of my fingers. You're a ripple.

Someone shoulda told you, never give an irish man good cause for revenge.

The fire, baby, it'll burn us both.

First we gotta rescue Gail. Then we gotta get ready for the kill. The big fat kill.

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