But please do not set fire to the wankpanzer that parks down the street. We don't need toxic waste so near to a school, and the tacky human garbage that was clustered around it would be bereft. Heartbroken.
Those trogs probably don't have anything else going for them.
The wankpanzer represents their hopes, their dreams.
Their repulsive glandular secretions.
If you want to burn down Washington D.C. go right ahead, that's nowhere near the grammar school, and no one worthwhile lives there anymore. It's a wasteland filled with spew.
I envision that scene from Mars attacks.
Vapourization of politicians.
Yeah, after the last hundred days, I welcome the psycho space aliens. They'll make light work of our rulers. Also, kudos to the chihuahua that bagged the smoking hand.
Pierce Brosnan as an academic. Dashing. Debonair. Pipesmoker.
Something for everyone. Even us geeks.
Rabbit rabbit.
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