you.
Tonight you may post Cully, you shall make it so...
But come Monday, that ass is nailed to the tree of woe...
Good night and God Bless.
you.
Grant the man a pardon, John. I want him eating if the Suns beat the Lakers.
Chicken .
I'll be here till Monday at Noon.
One week, if he's lucky.
na na na na
na na na na
DAAAA-AAAA-AAAALE GOODBYE![]()
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Come ta Pappy.
Signed,
- Pappy
you can't call me chicken after i waxed your ass tonight, Stale Dale![]()
Dont do anything dangerous this next week when you're forced to go outside
I'm gonna be sittin' right next to the old lady doing the income tax, starting Monday nite. Noon to 5 when she gets in from wo*k I have earmarked for housecleaning.
tee, hee.
Son congrats to you and Dragic on mind- ing Dale yet again. He hasn't had a Spurs loss in over two weeks to console him.
But damn son, dat sig just gets better everyday...
Chicken .
And you're a chicken . You showed your ass and ain't even big enough to admit it & take it.
Chicken .
Mother, , more.
You don't get to dish it tonight, 'Seppe.
I won and you lost. And lost again.
Get the outta here. You called the Suns early and then crawled like the mother er you are.
Chicken .
na na na na
na na na na
DAAAAAA-AAAAAAAA-AAAAAAALEEEE goodbye
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