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"I can't see, the types tooooo small"
"My lungs don't work, they's too clogged up with tar and soot"
"My hip needs replacing, and the guberment won't pay for it waaaaa"
"My Knee hurts and ain't no doctor gonna give me a new one for freeeeee"
"waaaaa I cain't get me cocaine and heroin"
"The planet's too hot"
"My 7th wife is too cold"
"I got mugged by a bunch of thugs and the police didn't do a damn thing about it waaaaaaaa"
"There are too many people with guns, and I ain't got one, 'cause I'm too stupid to figure out how it works"
(IMHO)
Where is Eva when you need her? My sweet little turtle dove...
Fact is, ole charlie, he learned to love prison. He's been what ye call "institutionalzed". Now, he's too scared not to live under the rule of a strong Landlord. He loves his landlord. His landlord will control his commin and goin for the rest of his life. And, ole Charlie, he's ok with that.
Now, if a mean old feller like Charlie Manson can be re-trained to love his Landlord, they's hope for you to Tenant. Come visit me up here on Duncan Bald. I'm gonna fix you up real good with them Hauler brothers. You'll learn to love them too. Just like Charlie.
Them transgenitals hang around big city folks and live in cement sky-boxex like you. We have fine Christian women 'round here - no whorelocks for hundreds of miles.
And, razor-wire is something I saw only once down in South Georgia where's they cram the criminol n*g*e*s and wet-backs into the state prison.
I'm the Landlord, the Master, the King and Lord over all of my land. Your presence on my land is by the grace of ME! I kin grind you up and make some mighty fine summer sausage with you, lest you forget that. He who owns the land has all the rights; and he who merely treads on the Owner's land better tread softly...'cause you won't last a minute 'round here.
We don't put up with none of that sass-talkin nonsense by a dumb ole outsider who's got no Deed, no Kin, no friends, and no guns.
Are these more dumb americans?
anyway, bring on the zombies, have about the same impact as a yank from the ones I met and ones i see on the tv - DAARHH DAARHH DAARHH ME ME ME YAAAH YAAHH BETCHA ME ME SEE bwah
Just a few people that liked kill'in a little too much. Too much kill'in's bad for the brain. Does somethin to ya. I have this theory that when you kill a human, the dying body of the Killee gives off some kinda chemical that mushes up the brain some of the Killor. Don't reckon there's been any study done on this. Just a theory, and remember you heard it first from Ricardovitz.
Y'all wouldn't know a perty li'll thang - maybe that thar be the problem.
Hey, what do Ausie women look like anyway? Do they mix with the Blackoriginals? Or is they nice and white? Let me have some perty pictures of Ausie women! Let's see what you folks have to brag 'bout!
it is ok to have a big mouth when it is not happening to you you cowards
Fuck the 21st century, it sucks.
I wanna go back to my 20th Century Foxes
Well, Old Ricky is here to tell you "It's gonna be ok, darlin" I'll teach you how to hunt. When's I shoot the duck out of the sky, you go run and fetch it. It's a win win for everyone.
Oh! Lutetia! Lutetia Borgia!
your in howling horniness,
Herr Stuckknuckle
Chinese pellet guns is good fer killing squirls. Meat aint' too bad, and you can make things out of their tanned fur.