Well you see, when I was six I told my mom that for Festivus I wanted a puppy, and then she said, how the hell would we get a puppy over to our house you fucking piece of cok munching husky cunt? And I said, well momma, maybe we could get it in the mail! And mny face lit up, and then, a week later, perfectly punctual, a puppy arrived at my door. Well actually it arrived through my door, through the mail slip. It was a small puppy and we named him spack. that night I wept.
-MiKeE LiFsHiTz-