blah blah blah pick on Rol blah blah blah eat me!

Rol can damn well look after himself, coz he's the darn coolest most-hip tragically-funky...and yes he's good looking aswell. So climb out of the gutter. Put your chin up chum. Pul ya fnger out (or in if that's ya thing) and go get 'em tiger. If those kranky krouts are given ya a rough run, then drag ya bum back into the loving arms of walsh st. Or go berserka style and kill the men and impregnate all their women. You can single handedly make an entire nation bald in two or three generations.

And Avi, go suck a fart out of a dead cow...without a straw.

For aLL THE abuse and caps lock there's a lot of luv so quit ya bitchin and just write. Thatt's right, you maybe reading now, but in just a few moments you'll be writing. Just you wait.

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