Though her name was scratched into many an outhouse wall... Mary still showed a smug sense of satisfaction across her face.
One second! Don't open the door.
Great.... The Three Stooges had traveled back to 1760. There goes the neighborhood.
Go forth and pwn noobs.
My son went to the Spice Islands and all I got was this lousy pepper-mill.
This art deserves the slow clap.
Impaler? I barely know her!