I don't need The Lord to tell me what's right and what's wrong.
what..like Lord Mandelson ?
I had to look that guy up. Good thing for you is that this is my thread and if I don't know sumpin I start reading. Bad thing for you is that if I don't know sumpin I'll start reading. Not seeing where that guy says the same thing I started this post off with. Maybe I didn't get to it it but if he said that I kinda like him about that.
Stupid label for a totally out of date concept...
What label?
I get it, Mr. stalin, you are the low man at the Marxist troll farm where you have a bunk. That's why you dwell here at this wonderful, 100-million-member+ interweb political debate site spewing buku, longwinded, garden variety communist propaganda. Thread after thread. I guess it keeps you in cabbage and ramen and only su(kin one soviet commissar's Johnson per week.
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I, Marchimedes, would now like to thank the handsome/pretty staff at this fine website for still not banning me even though I constantly/consistently up the nasty. I'm quite sure sooner or later we'll find the limits of this. Look at me typing fu(k and $h!t. But then admin's Seester likes when I talk dirty to her like that.
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What the fu(k man, that was uncalled for.
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Mr. stalin, ain't hardly anybody here reading this $h!t. Pretty much it's just you and I. The rants I post here I also post elsewhere. To many 10's of more views. Do you not understand what a roast is? I've been killing fu(ks on the interweb cents 2002 and I'll shut it all down to get busy on one individual like we are bonding right now. I've had these bromances before, never works out, Y'all keep saying you'll buy my drinks, but you have no cash. Get an American dictionary and look "stiff" up. Yes, your picture is next to it but it's two pictures, like a mug shot. I thought of that one the other day but I was thinking about Algore yet I applied it to you. I wasted a mediocre joke on you. When you are lying alone in the basement with your cats and pondering your next garden variety marxist rant do you ever come up with jokes/insults like I do and put them away for future use? Ah, I kid, like you ever wrote a joke.
Oh $h!t, I just remembered a thing. This is gonna be long. It's okay cause I can type wicked fast. I call it "The Berlin Story."
This is gonna fu(k you up.
1986 when I was serving in The Mighty Us of A Army in Germany I won a good soldier award (they don't just give that $h!t away) and for my troubles I was gifted an all-expense paid, multi-day trip to Berlin. East and West. Before the Wall came tumbling down. Back then America didn't send any idiot to represent American in East Berlin. They sent special idiots. You savvy? I'm 20 years old. On the train to Berlin with the blacked-out windows I ended up on in a compartment with 4 other soldiers. Other guys like me. We had booze. It was one of those times when a bunch of men just clicked. We named ourselves "The Fearsome Funf." Bunch of drunk Americans on our way to Berlin. To the enemy. We got tight right quick. We stayed that way. Men. Got to West Berlin and The Mighty US of A Army showed us a good time. Tours during the day in our civies then released at night to wander West Berlin. Of course we were soldiers and had cash. Soldiers always have cash. Bunch of hard legs flush with cash in a nation where all the women wanted to marry us and get American citizenship. That's' still a thing. Worldwide. Nobody got married but we had fun. Then came East Berlin Day. We are in Class "A" uniforms. Spit and Polish. Dress Right Dress. Squared away. The Best Front and Center. Checkpoint Charlie.
Then me and my four buds were released into East Berlin. The Army dumped us and we were on our own. We had to get back to a place at a time and that was it. Imagine me and my 4 buds in our enemies' midst. Of course, by now I'm our leader. Stands to reason. First thing is we are walking 5 abreast, I'm on the left walking through a giant/square/plaza and a couple sidles up to me, thread bear clothing and the man in a low voice says to me "you should thank God that you can thank God." That happened to me in East Berlin when I was sporting full Class "A" Army uniform. Mr. stalin, "what the fu(k?" I'm 20. Maybe 21. Mr. stalin, your propaganda means nuttin to me, that you still spew your old school swill is comical. That you spew it in my thread is gonna be a never-ending gift for me. We march around and as by now my German is passible, I find the best place to eat. That's correct, fu(tard, I showed up in a foreign nation and first thing I did was learn their language. Seems polite. So, we all show up at the best hotel in East Berlin for some grub and we all look around at all of what the other diners are eating, and we all order two of it. Right about then the Mark rate was 3.5 and then the West to east Mark rate was nuts so we were millionaires. Imagine now a joke about the size of your penis vs. then East German steak sizes. So we get outta there and now we gotta go buy some booze. Remember now the UD$ to the west mark rate vs. the east mark rate. We find a liquor store, remember by now I'm the leader, I find it and turns out a liter of Stolichnaya cost us a $1. The 5 of us buy 5 each. It gets worserer. Army lets us take it all back through Checkpoint Charlie. But The Fearsome Funf still had another night left in West Berlin. We're sporting Vodka, we hit buku bars, and then we just wandering around and run into The Berlin Wall. There it is. Berlin wall is 10/12 feet tall. There's a car width lane on our side of the wall and then the Germans have a 4-foot wall on their property on the other side of the lane. So I, as our drunk azz leader jump up on top to that wall and now I can see over the Berlin Wall.
I see the no-mans land. I see all the barb wire. And, right there, not so far away is an East German guard tower. There's a guard and he's looking right at me. He's got a machine gun. I did not salute; I did not wave. I pointed at him. Now, it has started snowing, perfect snowball snow and I've got 4 soldiers on our side of The Berlin Wall. You know what's coming, I'm a soldier so I directed snowball fire at the East German Guard tower. We were a good 10 yards short but I'm directing a constant stream of Fire. "5% degrees right." We are giggling our mutha fu(kin azzes off throwing snowballs at the communists. Can you say, "international incident?"
That's 40 years ago but it's a true story. And now here your dumb azz is in my thread trying to give me a hard time. Mutha fu(ka I have the gift of gab, and you are a stiff. I have jokes and you pound your shoe on a podium going "we will crush you."
That was a lot of typing, but I enjoy that story. I can copy/paste this for other sites. Worth my time. This is not exactly an oft read web site, but I fu(kin hate you like poison. So much hate that I'll give you my B+ game at a tiny site.
Now tell us a joke, doll.