"There wasn't a bruise, there wasn't a bump," Forsythe told the Daily News. "There wasn't nothing." moments, later, as if in some desperate need to further cement the image of himself as a mouth-breathing knuckle-walker, Forsythe picked up a small rock, hurled it at a squirrel, then walked over to the prone rodent and ate it.
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Date: 2005-07-16 04:49 pm (UTC)