Still maintain that crying on the pitch should warrant a 3 match ban
Yeah, I know him. Kwazimier Polansky, the tallest Pole I've ever seen.
Can we agree that there are super Poles, who are like Jesuses, who have cool powers and they're constantly battling the other Poles, who are more like Anti-Christs and... Ok, wait, I think I'm onto something here - will someone please call Marvel or DC Comics?
Where does this strictly anti-polish position come from? Or is it just a joke, I'm not getting?
‘Abdü’l-Mecīd-i evvel
SFTS conveniently leaves out the fact that Texas and Oklahoma have almost gone to war on several occasions. Texas probably would have attacked and squished Oklahoma several times over now, were it not for Oklahoma's trusted allies Arkansas and Kansas providing us food and manpower, and our ally Rhode Island providing a port from which to launch our navy. Things are not as peachy as he makes it out to be.
Baby Quit Your Cryin' Put Your Clown Britches On!!!
I love how underneath the Socialist facade you're as racist as the most right-wing Norse.
"If it wears trousers generally I don't pay attention."
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This is basically what I was getting at.
I fully plan to us the Southern & Eastern Europeans as cannon fodder once the Muslims spill over the gates.
Angloshphere/protestant blood shouldn't be spilled until it absolutely has to.
I love how underneath the Socialist facade you're as racist as the most right-wing Norse.
I love how underneath your facade, you're just sexy.
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.
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.
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