--------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Cartman has another flashback* Kyle: Dude, what the hell's wrong with you? Cartman: I don't know. It's like my brain just keeps....jacking off. /--\
the next person is currently eating some form of pasta... perhaps tagliatelli
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here he sits on his lonesome again, a common sight to see, this prospect-less man, cold and alone, begging his soul to be free,