Bomb Throwing Pacifist
If you took that happy, smiling guy from the box of Quaker Oats, handed him a bottle of gin and a rifle, and pissed him off to a point where he decided he wasn't going to take it anymore, you'd get a little something like this.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
I didn't say we weren't fun
Because if there's anything we've learned over the last thousand miles of retreat, it's that Soviet agriculture is in dire need of mechanization!
Marc with a C, 12:43 PM
