Sirius Satilite Radio Add
Two Black Guys, seem to be mountian Climbing
Guy one “I am not behind 2 teir health care man, poor people need help to”
Guy Two “Why you gotta play on my man Ralph?”
I am sorry but WHAT IN THE FUCK
Sirius Satilite Radio Add
Two Black Guys, seem to be mountian Climbing
Guy one “I am not behind 2 teir health care man, poor people need help to”
Guy Two “Why you gotta play on my man Ralph?”
I am sorry but WHAT IN THE FUCK
Why you gotta play sattelite radio, man?
No, I’m not trying to be cute. If I ever hear you mention sattelite radio again, I’m murdering you, and anyone you ever loved, fucker.
Sattelite radio is the kind of disgusting secret you don’t share with others, much like masturbation, being a sane canservative (“No sir, I do not beleive the gays should be sodomized to death for loving sodomy so damn much, sir.”), or a game where the point is for each player to kill as many hookers as possible in a 24 hour period. Tentatively known as Hooker Tuesday (At least think up a clever name, sicko.)