| Tuesday, November 23, 2004 - 01:31 am |
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Blah blah blah. Sounds like someone I know (from another world).
I could use a few contracts for Navy fighters & a little bit of ammo for same, if any CEOs are reading.
Send contracts to:
Pay the Devil
Dance with the Devil
Touch the devil
Angel of death.
Thank you in advance.