August 16, 2005
i red teh brit specal forcas guys have dustad off some old .303 enfeidls an they're usign em in iraq.
yep. their loaded for boer.
our dear reder rorb has choasan to share wiht the group a awful aflictoin:
I fuckin love puns.
it garieves me sumpin fierce to say it but im aferaid thares no cure.
A bun is the lowest form of wheat.
nooooo! maek it stop! waht have i done?!
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i mean what business are they in anyhow?! arnt they saposed to be manly? jeez.
Shoot somepme with a 30 cal. and they tend to change their focus from spilling your vitals on the ground to rolling about in agony.
*Except if that someone were me. If I were to get shot with anything larger than a pea shooter, I'd cry like a three year old with a skinned knee.
latre, the zooloos (see tham staring weth own wilsen in zooloonder) usd teh saem speras tou ghet teh gould end dimunds minds backc frum the bores end tehy sayvd winny too (shee turnd owt nat to bea a pooh bat rather a mandala, tho.)
but anyhow winny isnt evarythign.
To which (of course) I replied: "A pun, my sole, you're right."