Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Die. All of you. Or tell me you're joking.
All from Tweeting Too Hard. Link from Becky Mochaface.
Let's play a little game just for fun. What would be poetic justice for any of these people? I'd laugh if, while examining someone's bookcase when they were "in the bathroom," David Rankin failed to notice them sneaking up behind him with a raised ax, about to lop off his superior head.