i will straight shank you with a wooden spoon sammich! its cold, rainy, my egyptian cotton pants are wet and my polmade is not stayin in place thanks to this weather! today is NOT a good morning to mess with the JDM, or i'll send you a letter full of curry powder, screw that anthrax ever got curry to the face! BAM! curry butta sammich in the hospital seein everything all brown and stuff! talkin like durka dan wantin to drive pink preludes!