. . . because I couldn't find a decent cilice in my size.
Digi...OUTSTANDING!!! A fine day's work! This does not come close, but one of my last appearances in SD Superior Court was a pro bono Marine knucklehead bar brawl arraignment - one of my rare forays into any sort of criminal (or family law) matter - when all of a sudden we heard shouting and were told to clear the courtroom. Some impending felon apparently was tired of waiting and showed his contempt by somehow managing to wriggle out of his jumpsuit, shackles notwithstanding, in order to take a dump in the courtroom. His name: Fowler. (No sh*t!)
Kit....wow, the guy was bucking for 4-F psycho squad too.Did the balliff give him some toilet paper?I can just see the poor guy called to clean up "Carrumba, this is not in my yob description! That's the third time this week, I need a better union."
Good job! My grandfather had his arm shot off in the war--with only one arm gone--you could do alot of damage.
If I remember correctly, losing an arm didn't stop the drummer from Def Leppard from beating up on his girlfriend.Good for you.
Hey, I tagged you for an bitchen award.
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