If only Il Douche — and his elder sons, elder daughter, and son-in-law — could be tied up in the lobby when the charges go off. Not gagged, of course; I'd want to hear them screaming....
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"The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that this was some killer weed."
"The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that this was some killer weed."