Odin*
Well-Known Member
Regarding that greenline cat, I'd rather dig through bear shit for seeds. If, for whatever reason, I did order through him and he gave me lip, I'd show up on his doorstep, force feed him that bear shit I "sifted" my seeds from. I don't put up with that kind of chicken shit crap. Stop giving him money, he'll go away, and somebody that isn't a bitch will fill his tiny girly shoes (with the feet of their cute assistant, of course).
My two cents, old pennies, might even be worth a quarter these days. Naw, not that old, yet.
My two cents, old pennies, might even be worth a quarter these days. Naw, not that old, yet.