Oh God, no no no no. You are hurting my ears. Fix that please. The stress of the times has got the Fascist in me all aroused and the Grammar Nazi is goosestepping all over the room looking for a bayonet.
This is a good test on how far the brain rot has spread, how deep in the cult they've actually advanced... If they give up their guns without a quip it truly is end of the experiment.
Right, like I'm going to give up stroking my various penises huddled in my closet in the dead of the night for some tin horn dictator. You're going to have to pry them from my cold dead fingers. He may be a cheap god but guns rule the universe. Sorry Charlie but no can do. If you think he will do anything about the 2nd I recommend you get off whatever hallucinatory you're on.
He tries to touch guns and next time it won't be his ear. Put yours on the railroad tracks and you'll hear there ain't no such train a coming.
Gray wolves were just spotted in Northern California. Little Red Riding Hood ain't dying on my watch.
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