Samson
Póg Mo Thóin
I heard that the Pope once found a potato chip that looked exactly like me.
That was a Cow chip that the Pope found..
Still sulking over the beating I was forced to give you?
....now you don't like me?
I'd describe our relationship kinda like a pig hates butchers.
At least you have an active imagination.
Activating it probably takes rubbing both your brain cells together.
I bet you wrote that because you had a lack of oxygen to your brain....probably your anal sphincter was choking you.
Not everyone has your medical issues.