We're massively proud of our casual homosexuality on here, it's something that bonds us together.
And pineapple drives us apart.
This. Texas is sound.
My casual (as opposed to formal) homosexuality happens to involve pineapple but that's a different discussion for a different day.
Death by Mow Mow for Bill...
Cherries! Imagine that, Mike. Ten cherries stuffed up your arse! Cherries are only really small though, aren’t they?
Yeah. Normally I'd say put a bullet in 'em but I'm mellowing out as I get older.