RubbinsRacin
Junior2016!!!!88!!1!!!!
That survey spent too much time on seat belts and not nearly enough time on making sex to dirty skanky soothsayers and other assorted partners.
Good old Foxy, always keeping the Soothsayer's prediction in the back of his melon. I reckon he's got some pretty amazing plans lined up in advance of April 7, 2014. A lesser man may spend his last days holed up in his abode, trembling in fear of the eternal void to come. But not the Fiesta Fox. Shit, if I know Foxy, he already has a big old stash of Aunt Hazel earmarked for his stretch run. Maybe a special broad from the old days as well -- I'll bet with a little legwork, Foxy could easily track down and fly out to his mansion one of his old paramours like The Cat, or The Windtalker, or Lady Chicken Pox, or that gal with the corns all over her feet so as to do some final screwin' before ascending to Yahweh's right hand. It's comforting to know that while Ricky's physical manifestation will be consumed in that colossal fireball as his vehicle strikes the salt-blasted rocks at the base of the Pacific Coast Highway, his spirit will endure here on these message boards he created.
Hopefully one day too the geneticists will be able to do something will all that semen he has stocked up in those baby food jars out in his chest freezer. Maybe find a way to make a little Foxy from his defective seed.
Good old Foxy, always keeping the Soothsayer's prediction in the back of his melon. I reckon he's got some pretty amazing plans lined up in advance of April 7, 2014. A lesser man may spend his last days holed up in his abode, trembling in fear of the eternal void to come. But not the Fiesta Fox. Shit, if I know Foxy, he already has a big old stash of Aunt Hazel earmarked for his stretch run. Maybe a special broad from the old days as well -- I'll bet with a little legwork, Foxy could easily track down and fly out to his mansion one of his old paramours like The Cat, or The Windtalker, or Lady Chicken Pox, or that gal with the corns all over her feet so as to do some final screwin' before ascending to Yahweh's right hand. It's comforting to know that while Ricky's physical manifestation will be consumed in that colossal fireball as his vehicle strikes the salt-blasted rocks at the base of the Pacific Coast Highway, his spirit will endure here on these message boards he created.
Hopefully one day too the geneticists will be able to do something will all that semen he has stocked up in those baby food jars out in his chest freezer. Maybe find a way to make a little Foxy from his defective seed.