by barbarianhorde » Mon Sep 10, 2018 11:48 am
So I'm sitting here in the street drinking my coffee and some ugly dyke comes butching by, I try to be polite but hey a dyke is a dyke, no manners to any of them, they really do need dick more than they know. But anyway so the dyke disappears into a brick building and a little boy with his father come pass by. The boy is chirping pappa, pappa? The pappa says yes, yes. Then the boys goes mamma, mamma? And the dad smiles sourly. Then the boy goes back to saying pappa and the dad says yes. But to the boy it was just a word. He was trying to find out what the difference is, because he clearly couldn't tell.
It is true that liberty is precious; so precious that it must be carefully rationed. ~ Владимир Ильич Ульянов ЛенинTHE HORNED ONE