06-16-2009, 03:32 PM
When I was three, I ate dead flies out of the arm rest of my dads car. 
hock:
hock:
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"