Blackfoot, Blackfoot, Blackfoot. I follow you. We do a Saddam "Mother of All Battles" on Bucky upon your command. Where are you now? I thought you had my back.
I have been destroyed by Bucky! I wasn't even done gigggling about our bombing of HIM, and his blast took off both of my hands (I started this message three hours ago, its a real bear typing with your nose).
A great selection of smokes, including THE Cigar Holy Grail for me personally (the little fella all wrapped up in his own little bag) that I almost peed on myself. I never thought I would ever have the chance to smoke that offering.
What a sweet piece of shrapnel.
As John Cougar once sang... Hurts So Good.
Thanks a bunch, Bucky. Next time you go after Bucky, Blackfoot, I may have to pull a Switzerland. I don't need another Badger bite like this.
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