They say revenge is a dish best served cold. This isn__ correct. Revenge is a dish best served lukewarm or at room temperature (depending on the room) with a side of sauerkraut lightly sprinkled with pepper, a generous helping of golden brown roasted potatoes, and a large loaf of marble rye, washed down with any kind of unfiltered wheat beer.But whatever you do__nd remember this, as it can be a matter of life or death__on__ put any sort of fruit in the beer. Fruit doesn__ belong in beer.

Clear skin, a manicure, a couple dead zombies, and then fame!

...seeing the way his trousers clung to those most English parts.

No amount of therapy can replace the joy of revenge writing.

Even though it__ pleasing to boast about achievements I have earned in my generation, nothing makes me more content in the world than just having the exciting opportunity to share my passion of work with the public. What is even more exhilarating, is being able (having the capability) to spend quality time with my loving wife, (Gloria) and family doing what I love most in the world -- writing. Their total well-being and health, along with my health too means everything to me. I have had my fair share of narrow escapes in my life to know how important my family, and health are to me. I will never take that for granted again _ ever.

What__ that supposed to mean, __ passin_ hunger?_ I ATE my fuckin_ girlfriend! An_ we ain__ talkin_ little fuckin_ love bites or a bit of a chew__ went wild kingdom on her ass! It was like a pig pickin_ after fuckin_ Lent-FUCK!