Originally posted by hblair:Slaughter
Originally posted by SWolfe:Yup, for the panty wearing LimpWristed LeatherWearing LittleWiener LuftWoosies!
I wanted to BE the All-American Kid from New York and I walked in, sat down. I was hung down, brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things. And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said: Kid, see the psychiatrist, Room 604. I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I wanna kill. I wanna kill! I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I mean: Kill, Kill!" And I started jumpin' up and down, yellin', "KILL! KILL!" and he started jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin' up and down yellin', "KILL, KILL!" And the sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy!"
