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Originally Posted by JedExodus
Comrade Pants, if I weren't so ridiculously drunk i'm sure i'd have a devistating and hurtful comeback for you for treating my fellow countrymen like commoditys, but I am. In this case all I can do is inform people that you smell like mouldy eggs.
Mouldy eggs that have been farted on.
I'm not very funny when i'm full, but stuff you anyway, you gun-toting hilllbilly
PS. Fuck The Eagles and their bland flavour of stadium rock, they'll have no say over immigration in my country, no matter how harmonised there guitars are.
PPS. Hurr hurr hurr
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Well, my good friend; not only do you smell like tuna far past its prime, you also... um... pass? Seriously, though, you
were going to get a cabinet post as Minister of Badassery, but now? Now I'm not so sure. You dun goofed. Also, The Eagles really are awful. :<
PS: Let's see you avoid smelling like mouldy eggs when
you work at the decomposing chicken plant. No really, try it.
PPS: Herp Derp
PPPS: Nothing to say, really. But I feel honour bound to inform you... NO U.