Potters Fielding

Excuse me and PC for a moment. Ain't that bitch got enough money? Kill 'em all off, and then stab yourself with a curare pointed pen, but please, stab Dan fucking Brown before you do it. I bet Rog Federer would trade those 42 straight grass court wins for just 1 on clay, over that capri pants wearing Rafe Nadal. Fuck Ronaldo la blah blah la blah blah, I only call one person by one name, and that's Mommy. They should go ahead and call it the European Cup 1A, and then move Argentina and Brazil over there, because all those punks get every stinking call; you're no fun anymore, booked and banned for life, stupid ass no scoring sport anyway. Ice hockey on grass, with more teeth and less scars; no mas! So, all the countries starting with I can have the bomb, welcome aboard India, and thanks for picking up those telephone calls for us. I hate to plug the Velvet Underground, but "you're going to reap, just what you sow". Bible? Never heard of it. Pussy All Night, by Mindless Self Indulgence, now those, I know.