So I got no idea what the Fawk mojo is but I look, I got nothing else to do, the wife has got those bridge bitches or book club cunts over. Now I got a mess on the keyboard. Holy Crap i felt like an 18 year old punching the old clown. Thanks Pal!! And Guess what? i'm not cleaning it. The fat bitch will think it's dried syrup from her waffles.