PLEASE STOP POSTING FAKE STORIES OR I WILL TRACK DOWN YOUR IP ADRESS AND COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND ARREST YOU. DO NOT TEST MY PATINECE AS I AM VERY SERIOUS.
P.S. DOU TO THE ADVANCED TECHNIQUES I LEARNED IN THE FORCE THERE IS NO WAY YOU WILL FIND OUT WHO WROTE THIS POST.
P.P.S MORE THAN ONE OFFICER USES THIS COMPUTER, SO CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED.
fucking loser
-dirt dobbler
Now asshole are you going to reveal it now?
Although chimpanzees can be convinced to wear clothing, understand commands, and even ride bicycles (if well paid for their services in bananas), it would be virtually impossible to convince Sgt. Morrison that I've never bothered him. Yet he wants to leave a generation of people planted in the mud of a prolix world, to begin a new life in the shadows of Marxism. Whatever happened to "live and let live"? He argues that I am obstinate for wanting to work together in an atmosphere of friendship and hope. I should point out that this is almost the same argument that was made against Copernicus and Galileo almost half a millennium ago.
What Sgt. Morrison doesn't realize is that I recently overheard a couple of destructive drongos say that alarmism is the key to world peace. Here, again, we encounter the blurred thinking that is characteristic of this Sgt. Morrison-induced era of slogans and propaganda. I've known some incubi who were impressively mindless. However, Sgt. Morrison is brusque, and that trumps mindless every time. Experience should probably indicate that the mistaken claim that society is supposed to be lenient towards the most stingy Huns you'll ever see is not only incorrect but is somewhat telling of his core sentiments. And here, I maintain, lies a clue to the intellectual vacuum so gapingly apparent in his precepts. The moral of the story: Sgt. Darwin Morrison has a one-track mind.
Get yourself an Indian and a Construction Worker, then I'll let you borrow my (mom's) cassette of Y.M.C.A.
Won't you be happy then?
Go spit shine your service revolver and then swallow a hot load.
Tobra
I is also inviting u to go to my home and have getting a big spanking on your wide and very much whitey tush tush. sounding good?
Please go away. I am annoyed by your use of the word "goodly" and the hideously dated expression of "va va va voom!".
You poor, hapless illegal alien.
seems it woodnt be just political things in works so much as the shape of your shapely head.