Little boy on his 13th birthday, it's time to get laid.

I saw how aggressive you were being, and I thought 'Wow, I gotta go even bigger than that since we're doing 'Bad cop, bad cop'. I'm gonna make you eat a plate of human shit! Now you listen to me, you piece of shit! It's just you and me, and I'm gonna rip you apart! How did you cover your losses up? Huh? What drug cartel are you working with now? Okay? It's the oldest game in the book for a reason - it works. You're outgunned and out-manned.ĭid that go the way you thought it was gonna go? Nope. That will give us enough time to figure out where you live, go back to the sea, get some more oxygen, and stalk you. We will be able to trap certain amounts of oxygen.

We will construct a series of breathing apparatus with kelp. We've developed a system to establish a beach-head and aggressively hunt you and your family and we will corner your pride, your children, your offspring. We've communicated and said 'You know what, lion tastes good, let's go get some more lion'. And guess what, you've wandered into our school of tuna and we now have a taste of lion.

But you find yourself in the ocean, 20 foot wave, I'm assuming off the coast of South Africa, coming up against a full grown 800 pound tuna with his 20 or 30 friends, you lose that battle, you lose that battle 9 times out of 10. If you placed it near a river or some sort of fresh water source, that make sense. OK, first off: a lion, swimming in the ocean. If I were a lion and you were a tuna, I would swim out in the middle of the ocean and freaking eat you and then I'd bang your tuna girlfriend. If you were in the wild, I would attack you, even if you weren't in my food chain.

The sound of your piss hitting the urinal, it sounds feminine.

Why does she tell me about other guys