Not me no sir. I am from Pen Island. Far away... from anywhere actually.
Chevy Chase is the fucking man... even if he had random female body parts sewed onto his face like a mask of sorts I bet says he would still front on bitches like he was Jesus on his birthday.
If he made a cake that ended up tasting like goats and mule hair I would still eat it and tell him it was good because if Chevy Chase decided to fight me now doubt i could fucking stomp his face in but i wouldn't wanna do that thus i would tell him that cake was fresh even if it was bunk.
CHEVEY CHASE PULLS RABID LIGHT FIXTURES OUT HIS ASSHOLE AND GIVES TO CHARITY WHEN THE INDIANS NEED TO DRINK SCOPE.