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So just lay off these 3 great men!
Pa made me 'n brother Kalib take cover in a thicket one early morn. Pa setupon his night still ower dusty coals, jest barely warm'n thar mash up . Jest 'nuff fer 'ol drunk McTillers ta git a wiff 'o Pa's morn'n dew. Sho 'nuff, me 'n Kal heard drunk McTillers mess'n with dat thumper, click-clang'n 'bout like a dumb one-eyed bear. We run-up on 'm (dern't need a run, he too damn whooped tar barely crawl), jump 'ol man McTillers 'n bat-beat his left leg ta sawdust.
Pa dragged busted-up McTillers' ower ta one of thar nigga cabins; paid a Gal ta fix McTillers up from croak'n. 'Bout a work-week later, Pa paid visit tar McTillers, 'n found he done raped that Gal silly soon as he cood git his hands 'round her. Git dat Gal big with his seed. Some months later, Junior got born. He come early. Someth'n tain't right wid Junior, dern't know what - I ain't no doctor.
That nigga-Gal took one look at ugly Junior 'n give 'm tar Pa, ball'n like she gonna die 'er somept'n. Pa throwed Junior aside and commence tar whoop'n Kal wid a strap, hate all welled-up in Pa's eyes, bark'n on 'bout how dis be me and Kal's fault. Told us not tar step foot on his land till dis here "thing" get settled wid 'ol man McTillers. So, Pa throwed Junior ta Kal 'n we commenced on find'n McTillers. Found 'm soon 'nuff steal'n from neighbour-Hauler. Gave 'm his boy, Junior, wrapped in a 'tater-sack. Ugly, half-breed, shit'n-machine.
Kal told McTillers Pa want 'm ta raise Junior, 'n Pa 'll give 'm work so's he could keep feed'n Junior's shit-hole. I told McTillers ta stop his theiv'n 'n not go nowares near Junior's Ma. He done as we told. But, dat Junior McTillers - he turned ta be a worse, no-good, lazy, theiv'n drunk bum than his Daddy. So, now ya knows when I tell ya "YA DERN'T KNOW NOTH'N" its cuz ya dern't know diddly-shit.
Steal softly thru snow.
Russia is a soiled toilet paper tiger with a failing economy - making it an official "shithole country". But, I promise to make Russia great again, just this time without any Russians. It isn't about what Ukraine will get, its now about what Putin will give ME, the Donald, if he doesn't want us to sick hungry, rabid Mossad Agents on his bloodied ass. And, then after the Jews get done ripping his balls off (you know how the Jews love to eat Russian Balls - its a delicacy over there), then my military will secure everything between Estonia and east-bumfuck Moscow for the New Yankee Nickel Mining Corporation.
MRAF - Make Russia America's Forever, that's what WINNING BIGGLEY looks like. Oh, and Greenland too. And, let's not forget Canada - them too.
So send us back to Baghram! We will get your airport President Littlehands!
And in regards to our wide brown land. Thank god we have these 'immigrants', otherwise we'd be eating the same slop you serve up in your resorts.
My Country? I run a big beautiful country, with spacious skies, amber waves of grain, majestic purple mountains and a fruity left-coast plain - I'm working had to fix that one. We have gorgeous golf courses, serious ski resorts, glamours gun ranges, sick skateboard parks, and yuppy yacht clubs everywhere. Big beautiful golf courses! I own the best golf courses, you wouldn't even be invited to play there.
But, what does Australia have? Its 99% a big ugly sandbox with 2 third-class cities, Melbourne and Sydney on its coast. Cities which are overrun with middle-eastern and oriental immigrants. That guy, Ricardovitz, he's not one of our best and brightest for sure. Still, I think he could help Australia win bigger than that wanker of yours, Anthony Albanese.
SHOW ME THE MONEY!