I stole a 70 ton almost-comatose matcom from the liquor store

[Rabrrrrrr]

I wrapped him in chicken wire and added some support posts, covered him in plaster and painted him red and gold, and now he's taking the place of a statue of St. John in the Catholic-School-Girl-fetish room at the Mustang Ranch. The statue miraculously "cries" something that smells just like a mix of Bombay Sapphire gin and Knob Creek Bourbon.

[riona]

1. Does this have anything to do with his foray into Canada?

[Rabrrrrrr]

3. I wouldn't be surprised. I bet that's where he learned how to drink,

fuckin' socialists and their beer and their mooses and their whisky and never going to work, just getting money from the government.

[matcom]

2. you are SUCH a fucking liar!

i'm weeping tears of joy over all the plaid skirts, pig-tails and bobby socks i'm seeing :D

[riona]

4. If I were you I'd worry about the mooses

They can be belligerent

[Rabrrrrrr]

5. Oh, you call ME a liar? Mr. "I caught a 7.5 pound perch"?

What a jackass.

And those ain't bobby socks you're seeing, and those ain't tears.