Fat chicks.... them's fightin words there bucko, I said RB or me... you're calling us chicks, friggin Marines and DADT, screw DADT, Marines need a class in gender recognition and reading comprehension... meet me at Riverside and Vickery, 3am Saturday morning, bring a gun, or better yet, an arsenal and kevlar...
(this is a joke)
(this is a joke)
Last edited: