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I don’t think so poorly of alligators that I think they make that kind of distinction, gators being gators and all. No, I’ll let the gators decide if they want to eat fascism for breakfast and shit it out into the swamps; if they ignore it, then we can use the chippers. Nature finds a way to use its own worst, and I am not one to stand in nature’s way.

Tappy tap tap… tappy tap… tappy tappy tap… tap

I’m sure alligators don’t discriminate, so we should start with Nazi Loomer, and move on down the line.

Brought to you by the party of common sense, reason, and family values.

Oh just great, another fokkin’ scouser. Just what we need.

I suspect there’s going to be so much rampant hopium and copium use going on in the camp of the fascists that the entire DEA is going wind up being restructured for the sole purpose of handing it.

Yes, this is war, and the disposal of your filth by Ukraine is her revenge on you. You are the awardee of the revenge, not its agent. The only decision for you to make is to prostrate yourself before Ukraine, beg ceaselessly for her mercy, and die by whatever means she determines to be appropriate.

This is war, Russia.

It’s called the Doorway effect.

He’s a model, you know what I mean?

And he does his little turn on the catwalk, Yeah, on the catwalk,

On the catwalk, yeah

He does his little turn on the catwalk.

Thank you.

Mate. It’s called pribbles and tarn, you dunce.

The predictable conclusion of fucking around.