Nosferatu
Well-Known Member
The next time Nosferatu and I are in the grocery store, I will be wearing my Rosie O'Donnell t-shirt and Tigers baseball cap with my unbuckled pants exposing my Minnesota Vikings underwear. Whistling My Achy Breaky Heart, I'll cut in line with my overfilled grocery cart. When the cashier lady says my credit card isn't being accepted, I'll turn around and loudly exclaim, "It must be the damn Mexicans! It's a fucking conspiracy!" which will then unleash the toxic smell of liver that I had for breakfast earlier that morning.
It's going to be epic.
You son of a...