Whedon Ipsum

Well we could grind our enemies into talcum powder with a sledgehammer but, gosh, we did that last night. Why can't you just masturbate like the rest of us? Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a ninety-pound girl, 'cause I don't think that's ever getting old. And zombies don't eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible. I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. Someone else's loss is my chocolatey goodness. Spike follows the exciting smell of blood and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike.