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My Eva loves my pinkelwurst in her gob!

The scientist is nothing more than Satan in a lab coat; destroying the mystery of life and love of christ.For that they should all burn in hell. For a long fucking time.God bless,Padre P.

You are out of line vic rhymes with prick

obviosly you people dont live in australia and dont see what these apes do, rape steal and bash, its all they are good at, harmony with the land, my fucking ass they want to destroy steve irwins reserve too mine it, these dumb fucks are full of greed they where just too stupid too find a means to do anything until we came along.

one more time...

it hurts....

We note your lecture with interest. Can you resurrect the dead? If not, then fuck off.

Didn't know you could get weed up that way. Good work.

It doesn't matter that it is so small Ricardo, God makes them in all sizes, but it does explain why you are so intimidated by Afro-Americans!

Tain't none of yer business what my private parts is like. They git a job da do 'n they git it done jest fine. Best you mind yer own private parts 'n git 'em workin fer God's Glory, 'n not fer thar Devil's Homosexual Brigade.

You have a teeny weener Ricky?

Said somethin 'bout "We could build an A-Bomb..."See thar boys and girls, that thar is a Big Lie. But y'all swaller it up like cajun boiled p-nuts 'cuz y'all is a bunch of Jim-Jones Flavor-Aid drinkers.. That's right, twasn't koolaid them dumb Jim-Jones Commies done drank, now was it. Jim-Jones - he worked fer thar Devil, but he was still doin God's work - gettin rid of a few hundred 'tarded Commies is what God done delegated to thar Devil.Anywhoo - nuff of history. This here feller that wrote this 'lill ditty - he tain't never built no A-Bomb, and he sure cain't do it in 5 years neither. Why? Cuz he ain't Kraut-like - he's Commie-like which means scat fer brains. Our Lord built thar biggest Fusion Bomb this here Universe ever done saw - and he done it in 7 days! A-Bomb was envented long time ago God Almighty - them Kraut scientists jest figured out how ta re-asemble a teeny weeny part of it, that's all.

I never trusted them!

Oh that has set the cat amongst the pigeons!

In reality it is a rather ambivalent tale, for though he did make a pooey mess by holding his farts in, he was also rewarded by a head job from the teacher.And that can't have been such a bad thing.

Julie! Are you awake now?

Thank you Flatuu for sharing this very touching story. I will see if we can have an excerpt published in our next national education flyer for students.Pro-active messages like yours are very important to the lives of our young student population and are especially well amplified when put into the context of a true story.Feel welcome to follow this up with me personally or on our blog:http://www.alp.org.au/connecting-with-your-governmentP.S. I am sure that Kevin will also approve of highlighting this important message as he has outlined similar stories to me relating to, well, let me say, his biological maturation.

Its A then T then a space and then A and then L and then L again.

I cant spell at all

Now that fraud Obama's in,Sarah is on the campaign again.She's hooked up with Minnesota Michelle,And she'll give them liberals hell!

Oh you dimwit Dixielanders! We kicked your ass all over your 'glorious south' once before and by christ we can do it again. remember this song Ricky? Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. You'll be hearing it again soon if you don't stop your bad mouthing us.

Tain't nothin but a bunch of jibber-jabberin, 'n cryin - some dum 'ol boy cain't pick but one string in a gitar - twang, twang, twant....boom, boom boom. Dern't mean nothin to me. Far as 'tlanta go, it was a mighty fine city once upon a time. Now, tain't nothin but a bunch of african zoo monkies throwin thar stinkin scat all 'round. Thank thar Lord itan't nowheres near me! Them folks down thar in Forsyth county dern't let them African monkies spread thar filty past them - they ain't shy 'bout it neither. I reckon them Forsyth county folks were smart 'bout slingin jews from trees too. Too many queers, 'n latte-sippin yankees livin in them sky-boxes infesteratin that filth-hole. Yankees is the root of all evil in America. Jest plain 'ol bad folks.

Christ, I'd have to be stoned to understand what that hillbilly is saying.

You folks who's thinkin 'bout using God's earth to grow yer dope ain't but bein thar Devil's farmhand. I reckon we got one er two of Satan's boys 'round here grow that Devil Letuce. I know ware they grow thar plantins at. Mostly grow it in the national forest 'tween Warwoman Dell and 'n round the Carolina border. Some folks take ta growin thar Devil Letuce dope in these here boxes strung tagether with hoses. They git 'em high up 'nuf on thar mountain - tain't no revenuer gonna know nothin 'bout it. These folks got cellars fer ta grow thar dope in winter - jest cart in thar boxes, one by one - string 'em up with hoses 'n whatnot.

I am also looking for some advice on horticulture matters. As I am lacking a green thumb I am wondering what are the easiest ways to grow plants of the hallucinogenic variety?Got any tips for a brother Ricky?Yours stoned and flying,Trev

I wanna grow flowers. Maybe have them poking out of my ass.

Who would be fool enough to charge for internet news?

What he said

When will you guys start charging for access to the News? Nothing free has value, right?

Gotta have yer land first. You can farm somethin on jest 'bout most land - gotta know dirt. Dirt, seasons, 'n plantin times - fertilizer 'n bug juice help some. But lLand 'side to a branch that floods now 'n then is a good bet fer fine soil. Tain't none better. Still gotta fertilize. I got some fields run 'long side a branch off Stekoa creek. Good fer growin: blackberries, corn, cabage, muscadine, tomatos - even got a apple orchard. Thar's two companies in town that make all kind of jams, jellies, and whatnot from my blackberries muscadine 'n apples. I sell 'm all my #1's. Road-side stands git my #2's. I got me a feller who can process all my culls, if ya know what I mean. Corn fetches a good price - 'n what dern't sell goes ta my processin boy - fetches even better. Anywhoo - 10 acres is 'nuff fer farmin. Dern't know your climate. Better have water. I reckon yer smart to that by now. Gotta git yer field level and tilled. Plant whatever yer plantin in rows. Corn's 'bout the only thang I plant fom seed - thar rest I grow in a hothouse 'n then plant 'em as seedlins. 'Tween them rows you is gonna trench and pour a row of 6-6-6- with minerals right next to yer plantin row. Till yer field with lots of manure. I gone ta usin plastic keep them weeds out of my berries, but tain't gotta do that - jest gotta git ta pullin weeds.

Farmers? Are they still around? I thought we replaced them with trained chimpanzees.

I'd like one chance to even get tired.Yours swinging in the breeze,Hairy Fuckedbruncle

Well it seems that the georgian layabout is not responding so maybe I can give you some advice.Firstly, the soil is the wellspring of all wealth on a farm. You must fertilise, fertilise, fertilise. I use the tried and true method of Rudolf Steiner; I burn the testicles of the animals I want to cultivate and bury the ashes deep into the soil. A few prayers to Ahriman later and you will have an abundance the envy of your neighbours.Second, a good working staff is essential. Now unfortunately we can no longer buy human chattels so you will have to do with your garden variety illegal immigrant. Here in the highlands of Virginia we have many types and I prefer to use those of a rural extraction. Pay them a pittance but don't abuse their women, this has always worked out well for me.I hope these tips help and you can have a productive and wealth generating rural enterprise.Farmer John

Stick it wherever it fits!

Where do you want it luv?

We should all be like you in-bred hillbillies, right Ricky? Brain-dead from too much home brew made from rotten potato peels and slurped out of a jam jar! Oh and by the wee, have you stopped screwing your sister yet?

Yeah but that moonshine sure tastes sweet, don't it you daft old hillbilly.

Old Pecker - that's cuz boys 'n girls is too taken up with smokin dope and guzzlin drugs. Them 'lill bastards learnt it from thar hippy dike mommies and faggoty drug-snortin daddies.

The slang of today's young is becoming lamer and lamer. The use of 'fail' to denote... fail. I blame the idiocy of current communication mediums and devices. In the old days one could use your own street argot and not be understood except by your close associates. It was a means to undermine the dominant political structures and ruling ideologies. Now it is supposedly a way to be humorous and cool; unfortunately it is neither. All it is is evidence of a fundamental lack of imagination of today's youth.So, i'll be taking my bat and ball and minding my p's and q's and heading up the peach and pears for some kip.Amen.

Kudzu dern't grow 'round here. Gits too cold in thar mountains fer it ta grab hold of much. Mostly a problem fer folks south of Habersham county. I git that thar Cogongrass nastyin up my fieds mostly. Need me some hard workin fieldhands keep it from suckin up all my fertilizer....'n cows dern't like it none fer grazin on. Tain't nothin but a worthless 'ol weed - jest like gooberment welfare tity sucklers.

I am jail breaked!Nah... doesn;t work for me.

Kudzoo problem Ricky?

Pete - ya jest sound like another queer who cain't git a honest job doin honest work. How's 'bout you git out of the scribblin business and into a pair of overalls and git to pullin weeds out of some of my fields.

Heylo, I'm Pete, and I'm a published playwright and screenwriting teacher.tweet me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

"Jail Breaked"? Term for what? Rooted?Piss weak.

This is the sort of nonsense you find on the Internet. Wild accusations, half-baked arguments, and naked blonde nymphs fornicating like there is no tomorrow.Well girlys there is a tomorrow; and a big angry Jesus will be here to spank your little botties.Spottie botties...Kev! Kev! They've turned off me computer again!

Testing 1...2...3

Liberals? Labor? Fuckemall the bastards they are all in the same gang of sneaky, lying, pedophile necrophiliac corporate flunky rapist butthole surfers

That lazy arse editor is still sitting on the can. what he fuck is he doing?