There was this retard who my mother used to take care of named Chuck. He won first place in the 100 yard dash at some regional Special Olympics. I challenged him to a race, left him in my dust, and took his medal away from him.
Remind me to tell you one time about the deaf boy I beat up at the airport. Absolutely true story. Er, for a certain value of "true."
Be careful, people. I used to maliciously make fun of all the retarded people who post in Big Soccer, and then one day I died and next thing I know I woke up in Liverpool, England.
Fool! You think slain Viking warriors drink beer? Nay! They drink mead, and don't you forgot it! Mead can be a harsh mistress so beware.
Well i didnt know what mjød was called in english and mjød is just a version of øl which today means beer but originally meant oil And Odin drinks wine
No option for Purgatory ? or Valhalla ? Incidentally, if not Purgatory, I am going straight to Hell. Don't be fooled by the name (little Cherubs), I have dark hair.