Ah'm your huckleberry.
Wherever you go, there you are.
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Ah'm your huckleberry.
Wherever you go, there you are.
I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass. And I'm all out of bubblegum.
What we got here is a failure to communicate.
Yeah? Well FUCK YOU too!
Houston, we have a problem.
I've come here to eat candy canes and kick ass, and I'm all out of candy canes.
You know those days when you get the mean reds?
The "mean reds?" You mean, like the blues?
No. The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Don't you ever get that feeling?
Plays "Let's all have a Patrick Swayze Xmas" in honor of Tom's post.
I want more life, fucker!
I'm gonna barbeque your ass in molasses.