With the kobe beef all to ourselves over here, we don't miss the cinamon buns one bit. you should see what we're up to. You'd leave this pampered way of life in a New york minute.
Oh and ladies, have you ever heard the term, INCOMMING! Oh that's just such a monstrous water balloon.
And tinkerbell, well remember that special doggie biscuit we got over here? That viscious critter of yours seems to like them, especially when covered with au jus.
And as for the protection that you ladies can put up for yourselves, I just happen to have some years of both Judo and Kuk Sul Won training under my belt. And as has been previously demonstrated, I may not ever hit a woman, but I've had to throw a few (on the mat during competition of course, or into a river, heh, heh, heh).
Don't forget us. Bye bye. Have fun with the forest-geen dye that was delivered to the hot tub via water balloon. It'll wear off in a couple of days. And remember, we tried to be nice. Ta ta. (Sound of young man running full speed while unable to supress howls of laughter).
Seeeeeya; Goodweed fo the North