you got mail

I'm rubbing my sack across it as we speak.

i'm not surprised.

i am, i was under the impression he was a stand-up fellow.

that doesn't mean he won't rub his balls on his, or even YOUR stuff.

those two things are NOT mutually exclusive.

It's as if this e-mail is a snare drum.

anything that comes in contact with his sack, he owns.

he plays his cards right, he could rule the world with that sack.

I learned everything I ever needed to know from neighborhood dogs.

I lick Rich Horror's golden sack juice off of Obrien's toilet.

sound policy

i just threw up a little bit.

Jealous.

Rich Horror's golden sack juice contains a cure for AIDs.

Tom Skerritt does not approve.