Look closely...the kid is even wearing greenish/brown clothes. Little turd.
True story: I worked for Wal-Mart when I was in college. I was working the layaway desk one day when an attractive middle aged woman came up with one of the sporting goods associates to put a huge Ruger Redhawk (.44mag with a 7.5 inch barrel if I recall correctly) on layaway. I asked her what she planned to shoot with it. Her response: "Men."
Yeah...I know the taste of shoe leather all too well.
Three is a crowd.
Meat is murder...tasty, tasty murder.
Yes, it's the obligatory bad pun.
I thought it was dripping with irony, but it turned out to just be dog slobber.
Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?
Their names were Snap, Crackle, Pop and Chewy.
