Can we seriously just do some kind of big orgah me(a)tup and have our own fight club? I call dibs on Vuk. Then strike and I get to give Turkish Oil Wrasslin' a go.
I say we just cut to the chase and screw
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There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
We should start a third thread for that
Baby Quit Your Cryin' Put Your Clown Britches On!!!
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