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2-year old mate, and with adult supervision, my mom did it while she was young, and look how i turned out
sorry, after 5 pints of strongbow and i can't type
i was wasted then, the keyboard looked like a chocolate cake
All your evils are belong to Hræfn.
Say you're out enforcing the will of our benevolent overlords, and the proletariat gets all uppity and starts disturbing communal harmony. You have two choices:A) Grab an M240B and write a symphony of blood in 7.62mm. Afterwards, hippies whine, complain, and light a few candles.B) Grab a ray gun, flip it to "crispy", and watch as the rabble writhe in pain. Afterwards, hippies whine, complain, and light a few candles.No matter what you do, you'll have a hippie problem.
Who's Jerry Falwell?