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Originally Posted by Rusty
Don't bury me. Just wait for rigor mortis to set in. Sharpen my feet and drive me into the ground. Put a water hose up my azz, and turn me into a water fountain. And pose both of my middle fingers up.  |
Yeah right. We are going to treat you like one of them decorative geese old ladies put in the yard and change the outfit on it once a month. Maybe we just make you into a lawn jockey that holds the lantern.