don't worry torm, its just the alligator men standing at her door.....
but you can come to my house while your here.....
I don't know any Italian, but I can speak Pizza......

     Don't know Landy, someone could not appreciate my farts      

  oh I don't know...I think land could hold his own with you tormie  

allagator men eh? Maybe the Crock hunter...but I've always loved a man in shorts who like to play in the mud

Tormie, those wooden things are called Bats, and yes I'll take a dozen of them

   I think that those bats with grease (or not...) on them could be used in a very different way on a certain type of persons...        

An aluminum one if swung properly around the head causes it to bend around the neck cutting of air supply.   Hey I don't know if that works just sounded good at the time.However a GP beaver you no the spotted one Could carry a chemical agent on its back. Or take cheese wiz and stuff every hole the guy has.Got to stop breathing sooner or later. How bout some really screwed up out of date tuna tarts with some war mixers fully armed. Or maybe strap him in a straight jacket, put him in the round room and play reruns of The Odd Couple over and over again and again. Welp thats about it.Your call guys.Got your plane tickets ready?

What, nobody could top that one or something?

It was too vile to contemplate, not even Saddam should be put through that... the Odd Couple re-runs, that is