Hey, real men don't dance jigs!
Everyone knows that.
Real men grunt and fart...only...or maybe grow up to become Attorney General.
Disclaimer:
My wife will, under oath, swear that I was nowhere near the peebles thread and was peacefully sitting by her side watching an episode of the The Iron Chef while all the shenanigans were taking place. From what she read in the recent Enquirer, a certain, Sir K. Piglet, was the ringleader of the proceedings and is now being sought by Count Viggen's seconds for some good ol Brooklyn-bone-breaking. Word is that a duel is imminent.
I fervently pray that the two gentlemen in question will embrace in the spirit of prudence and pulchritude, and settle their differences where real men solve their problems...the YMCA.
Pace, pace, mio Dio.
Everyone knows that.
Real men grunt and fart...only...or maybe grow up to become Attorney General.
Disclaimer:
My wife will, under oath, swear that I was nowhere near the peebles thread and was peacefully sitting by her side watching an episode of the The Iron Chef while all the shenanigans were taking place. From what she read in the recent Enquirer, a certain, Sir K. Piglet, was the ringleader of the proceedings and is now being sought by Count Viggen's seconds for some good ol Brooklyn-bone-breaking. Word is that a duel is imminent.
I fervently pray that the two gentlemen in question will embrace in the spirit of prudence and pulchritude, and settle their differences where real men solve their problems...the YMCA.
Pace, pace, mio Dio.