02-27-2004, 07:30 PM
I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on Holmes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin' hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
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