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Did you know, some people tell me, that Goat-Fucking requires slim, short rat-dicks. I hear Iranians have evolved over millions of years to fuck goats. Atlanta Slim, did you get that name fucking goats?
Yes, a man of his time, and of ours.
Oh Ricky, how does it feel that you are getting beaten by Muslims? Again!
So, what say you - admit him or curb-stomp him?
The Maltese Falcon - 1%er for life.
RIKKKARDOVITZ FER PRIME MINISTER 'O ALL AUSTRALIA!!! (Jest rite in KKK, 'n I git ya covered, boy).
In these past eight weeks, our armed forces have delivered swift, decisive, overwhelming victories over the furry MusIims of Iran. These sick animals have fur on their backs, on their feet and in their twisted brains turning them into blood-thirsty monsters. On the battlefield we are winning biggly. Tonight, Iran's Navy is shaved. It's Air Force is buried under radioactive lye. The Gayatollah has had every hair surgically plucked from his brain, and we are harvesting his organs for research.
The IRGC is being hexidecimated as we speak - that's like a shit-ton of them! Their ability to masturbate on deadly missiles while watching gay porn is dramatically curtailed (some people said it couldn't be done) and their cock-gobblers, goat beautification factories and lady-boy launchers are being blown to pieces. This is what I call WINNING BIGGLY!
And those blank eyes... glassy and wet. Gazing out of the blackness like death itself.
And so I too, raise a tinny to the BoxMan, with the hope that freedom for all doesn't just mean 6 feet underground.
But for our Frenchy friend I reckon he is gunna need a box of asbestos to ward off the fire at his place.
I create Fatwa in AIIah's name when Daddy's dirty cunt-wife, Asisha forsake him. Called Daddy a rapist, a pedophile and tell him NO MORE NUK-NUK. Well, I offer my sweet flower to Daddy at age 10 and Daddy love me and praise AIIah. Now, for Daddy, I become Fatwa Queen. ALALALALALLALALL LALALALALLALAALA.
Now, I be see'n a swarthy southerner "Profit Motive" rant'n 'n gallivant'n tar da Xenox public. He tain't no good. He A bad dude, fer sure. Now, I git a right mind tar report Mr Motive tar the Aussie Authorities, cept fer they tain't but a bunch 'o sopp'n wet pussies.
Anywhoo, y'all 'lect me Prime Minister 'o Australia 'n I promise tar stop Mr Motive 'n all his neferious, swarthy sand-jiggers from hack'n Fair Dimkun newzpapers like dis here one!!!
Your Orange Small Handed President Trump isn't fit to wipe our PM Squeaky Albo's arse!
My mum got knocked up by a drunkard, and I popped out of her cunt 9 months later. She was already on the Dole and taught me how to take "free stuff" from the government at an early age. I've been bilking the Australian people to pay may way in life and my mummy tells me I've done a fine job.
That meanie, Peter Dutton called me a faggot, a poofter, a turd-burglar and a cock-gobbler. Well, I won't confirm or deny any of that, (but, I do love a stiff communist cock in my rectum), and he can't prove it. Besides, I'm married now. To some tart who happens to have one of those weird front-fannies. Its squishy and icky - I don't like it. And, she's missing.... something.
I'm hoping that you fine blokes at Xenox News can help me out. I'm sick and tired of people calling me a POOFTER! I'm very afraid that some foreigner could come to OZ (we named our dog Toto, isn't that cute), and take my good-paying prime minister job away from me. For the first time in my life, I could be off the Dole and have to find work. My wife told me I could be a house-whore for older men, and that doesn't sound too bad to me. But, then nasty-Peter would call me vile, ugly names all over again. I can't have that (pardon me, I'm ggggetting a lllllittle teary-eyed)!
Awar rahmani rahim
Azazil lillahi rabbil alamin
Ar-rahmanir rahim
DajjalMaliki yaumi din
Iyaka na’budu wa iyaka
WA WA WA WA WA WA
Die Juden
Hanikak Aisha....Hanikak Aisha
Alalalalala Akakakar Dumah
Ameen
Seems like someone told me you were serial killing girls up in the frat house at Chappaquiddick. I know, not like we all didn't do that in your younger days, but Ted I never got caught. I took up for you, Ted, cuz I know you're a stand-up guy, and you'd do the same for me.
Jill wanted to say "Hi Ted", but she's busy taking care of my boy, Hunter right now - I hear her screaming at him, she's almost done. But, then, I have a real pooey mess for her to clean up next. Always good talking to my old buddy Ted.
That ice-cream gave me the bloodiest hemorrhoids in the history of Delaware! Dr. Jill had to stitch up my back-pussy. She must have gotten a little too carried away, because I couldn't shit for a month. For real man, I went a whole month having to puke poo out of my pie-hole. I tried to sue Jill for malpractice only to find out she wasn't a real doctor......anyway, that's how we beat medicare.
But, no, y'all vote for slop-a-cock Ken. King 'o the sopp'in wet vaginars. Now, ya git stank kooter all up in yer feather bonnets 'n tween yer toes. 'N no FREEDOM tar show fer it!!!