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| So, Mr. Bin Laden...what are your plans in the near future? | |
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| Screw you Mr. Bush! I will pee on your flag and dessimate your forces! | |
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| Okaayy! Have you ever seen what an atomic bomb does to a desert? It turns into glass and you will be able to see the reflection of your own ass strung up on a tree! | |
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| I will annihalate your troops and then rape your women and take your Hummers with the CD players and give them to my people. I will splash your Old Spice on our women who smell like goat meat! | |
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| I don't think Old Spice is quite strong enough to get rid of the smell of camel dung! How can you stand eating everthing with sand in it while sitting on a carpet in a tent that reeks of yak piss? | |
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| Up your's Bush man! You don't think I believe my own bullshit do you? Can you give me some more LSD then you pencil-necked bureaucrat? | |
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