Battle Pope
Well-Known Member
And every year, like an alzheimer's patient, I will be standing in a room. In that room will be a table and on that table will be a bowl of Candy Corn. "Candy Corn", I say to myself. "Corn that tastes like candy... I can't wait."
I pick up a piece, and put it in my mouth...
"SON OF A BITCH!"
I pick up a piece, and put it in my mouth...
"SON OF A BITCH!"