there never was a turkey t-shirt, was there?
As long as I've got a face
You've got a place to sit
I count up to two in-jokes and one really old pun/instance of musical criticism, and have no recall of making that post.
Pretty chuffed with it, all round.
I hear you don't roll at all. I hear you straddle the backs of napalmed Vietnamese children, whipping the sparse flesh from their backs as they snatch at the cash which lines your very streets.
Tired of stepping into daylight, the Swedish have cloistered a dimwitted underclass to litter-pick their wealth for them while they pick their prettied teeth with toothpicks fashioned from platinum.
Meanwhile their Irish and Welsh neighbours starve, apprehensive that someday they will too slide into subjugation of the Swedish master race or something. I have hidden my children. You will never find them.
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