Sometimes that infidel he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about infidel… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
yea thats the truth
I thought you’d appreciate that…
That’s what is one most guys minds.
Oops! “on”, not “one”.
They seem a little smallish for you-know-who.
You Da Man, Infi. T & A and…then a beer. 🙂
Sometimes that infidel he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about infidel… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces.
Thank you, isiah, for that glimpse into infidel’s typical romantic encounter.
“terrible high-pitched screamin’.”
This was taken from The Infidel Channel. You know their slogan: Keeping abreast of what’s happening in the nudes 24 whores a day.
isiah thats some deep stuff right there,I may have to get you to translate it to me
Don’t Infi, trust me…just don’t.
HAHAHA @ Scott