“Let’s do it”.

… did Eyetell y’all about that thyme Eye bitch-slapped Dirty Harry?

Anyway, Harry wanted to skip the Saint–Germaine jazz route, “so there was only one thing” that a butt-hole surfer fan could do.

DREAMS!!!

en fin. con ustedes the french Vulcans:

Cracker Jack, cracker!
You don’t own them hicks!
Viva The Rose!!!