But in all honesty, I sincerely hope whoever makes these gets shot with a machine gun. By that I mean a machine gun that shoots other machine guns. With the triggers taped down. Loaded with bullets and angry killer bees.
This guy needs to die worse than anyone has ever died before. He needs to have his skin peeled off and then take a bath in pure alcohol. First it'd burn worse than anything most people could imagine, then he'd die a horrible bloody painful death from the alcohol poisoning. I hope they seriously consider making a new level of hell just for him. It can be a bare room with no windows or doors where he has to listen to those ads forever.
Anyway, I don't have much else to talk of today. Maybe if I think of something I'll post again later.
Oh, I just realized that my Dreamcast Code Breaker which has been lost for about a year that's sitting under the box my iPod came in says "The Ultimate Cheat Disk."
