Well, there you go. Yer bones are all snapped, and yer up in yer girlfriend's huge pussy. Or, usign the third person, Jim is. Well, folks, we gotta let him go sometime, and rather than belittle his death, we an move on (seeing as no one else before me choose to). Jim's dead. Sorry. But hey, we can either move on with Sharon or do something totally different. Sup to you and me.
Tue Nov 13 22:44:09 2001