I once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. I then dragged his life-less body through the sun drench, scorching, desert and buried it amist the tumble weed. There was only one way to describe it. HOT N' HEAVY, MuTHAPHuXERS!
And I'm sure you all thought phrases like those could only be used in slanderous gossip columns by talentless trash that should be collecting cans for food. Let's lump all of the accolades and so-called "reporting" given by the press into the same pile of self-serving bullchit that they should be shoveling into their mouths for dinner as opposed to contaminating your minds with their written and spoken feces.
