Okay, here is the ultimate...We take Fisher, and chain him to a table in a room. We blast Barry Manilow music into the room at excruciating levels. Then, we bring in the fat Redneck women, the ones with tube tops that have those extra rolls of fat hanging out, and those lycra shorts, snaggled teeth, messy hair, and sweaty musty odor have their way with him.
After they are done, Tiny comes in. (nuff said)
When Tiny is finished, the fat chicks return to pour honey all over his body. Then they release thousands of fireants onto his body. After the ants have had time to attach themselves, we could throw in a handful of ticks and a couple of leaches. Then they can pour garbage on him and add sewer rats into the room, turn off the lights, close the door, and leave him there. Yeah....that should fix him. Whew! I feel much better now. :-)
ROFLMAO
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Binder
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