I know you've got a problem with that, you limp-wristed, commie-pinko mother-f*ckers! I'm here to set the record straight with all you gun-hating Sons a' bitches. Hell, I'm using the barrel of an ol' Smith & Wesson .45 to type this. Why even bother with fingers when I can plod out my milttaryfasciotheosophy with cold steel baby?
I got a fever only a cat could scratch (which sucks 'cause I shot the cat for lunch) and need ta' Wango ma' Tango to let you weaklings know what the Nuge is all about.
