Hello. Koogles here. Trapped in the unsavory convines of the kissmydisc.com office, where I see, hmmm, an open carton of chocolate milk on PJ's desk (with no plans for refrigeration anytime soon) and a half eaten "turd-like" brown thing right next to it.... hmmm, is it any wonder Mr. KISS MY DISC was fighting for his life (or so his pale features seemed to suggest) just a short week ago!!
Of course, I'm kidding there PEEJ!! Just returning the "friendly fire". Maybe I should spend my Christma$ bonu$ on a fridge for the office... maybe some tupperwear as well.
Anyway, looks like the sspert is now the ex-sspert, so freshly kicked off eBay that you can still see the tread prints on the ass of Steve's snowpants. And, yes, when time permits and all my Christmas shopping is done, I will play Santa Claus, pay a visit to 1199 Hamilton Road- Unit #137 and see who's been naughty or nice.
If I had personally been ripped off by this asshole, I'd be on him like PJ's mouth on a watermelon wedge in the heat of summer.... BUT, I smelled something fishy with this guy from day one and avoided his auctions like PJ avoids refrigerating his dairy goods. (Kidding there, buddy!)
Koogles in Kommand!!!
NP: Pungent Stench
(of chocolate milk going bad)