I declare Exterminatus on the hill, and it is reduced to a smoldering crater by an orbital barrage.
MY Crater!!!
Bucky says:
I make a $100 bill into a paper airplane, throw it, to be chased by the previous owner.
MY HILL!
Major but understandable miscalculation on your part. I don't chase after every dollar I see.
Last edited by Phoenyx Imperius, 2011-08-22 13:18:32