08-06-2008, 09:26 AM
Hey Doc Howard, *Omit Name*calling, guess what the Eff's up? *Omit Name* is going into labor and you are not Effing here, you know where your at? Your at a Effing bar mitzvah in San Francisco you motherEffing piece of shit, and you know what I'm gonna have to do now? I'm going have to kill you, I'm gonna pop a Effing cap in your ass. Your dead, your Tupac, you are Effing Biggie you piece of shit, I hope you Effing die or drop the chair and kill that Effing kid... I hope your plane crashes, peace Effer!
"Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass. You should talk to my neighbor the accountant. Probably a great golfer. Huge ass!"