The other day, I went to the store. Upon arriving, I purchased a lovely box of cookies. But on my way back, I tripped over some left over plutonium. It mutated my arm with the box of cookies. Now, I have a cookie box for an arm which shoots out cookies at the speed of a high powered explosive blast. Yea for cheese!
Hey, you donkey head! Why not go get your own 20 megs on this, ey? I've been screwing around here for a year, and they still haven't kicked me out!
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