I have no idea what the phuckin CIC trophy is. Hell, you won't believe this but, in all honesty, I had to google before I posted that to see if those pussies even had a team.

You're probably 3/4 deaf anyway but I had to work today and haven't been on. I sense a stricken nerve? Were you in the Force?

Sorta what I figured.

I didn't need anyone to tell me when to go to bed and when to wake up, what to wear, where to live.

Cides someone had to take care of your wife while you were of watching them Vietnamese hoes pick quarters off coke bottles with their pussies.

Speaking of your wife, is her bikini zone still prone to in-growns?

I pounded your wife behind the Meaux's bucking chute in the Burton Coliseum. I spurred the phuck out of her for way more than 8 seconds.

Make a deal witcha- if you can get yours hard, I'll suck it. bwaaaa