who in the fuck would get arrested for singing a song

and reading a book

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and if its real then TFF is the most edgy retard ive seen

Mummy lifts me to the car,
To find me pizzas near and far.
Enjoy my tasty three-cheese treats,
in comfy big boy booster seats.
Domino's, Little Ceasar's, Happy's, Hungry Howie's,
But of my pizzas none remains.

She tries to make me take a nappy,
But sleeping doesn't make me happy.
Pizzas are the only food,
That puts me in the napping mood.
I'll scream and shout and make a fuss,
I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss!
Pizzas are my heart's desire,
Fueled by raging, hungry fire.
Mummy sobs and wails and cries,
But tears aren't pizzas, breadsticks or thighs.

Yo listen up, here's the story
About a little guy that lives in a cyber world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just cyber
Like him, inside and outside
Cyber his house with a cyber little window
And a cyber Corvette
And everything is cyber for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen
I'm cyber da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I'm cyber da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I have a cyber house with a cyber window
cyber is the color of all that I wear
cyber are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so cyber
cyber are the people here that walk around
Cyberlike my Corvette, it's in and outside
Cyber are the words I say and what I think
Cyber are the feelings that live inside me
I'm cyber da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I'm cyber da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I have a cyber house with a cyber window
Cyber is the color of all that I wear
Cyber are the streets and all the trees are too
I have a girlfriend and she is so cyber
Cyber are the people here that walk around
Cyber like my Corvette, it's in and outside
Cyber are the words I say and what I think
Cyber are the feelings that live inside me
I'm cyber da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
I'm cyber da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa
Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa

It's just the same things over and over, its bad when I'm not smarter than the students I teach. First 3 weeks, holocaust, next 3 weeks, black history month. 3 weeks after that, big tested, final grades. It makes me nervous that if I ever had to reapply for my job I wouldn't be hired, the female students dont really turn me on anymore, its all those god damn sexy kids on all the sports teams, they cause disruptions in the class and make me look like a silly man, a silly dinosaur man. It's been good not having to explain myself for the last 20 years, I didn't make the kids stupid thats on the parents, thats on the government, not me, no way. Buddy, I'm a teacher, and thats a respectable thing. Mondays, Wednesday's, Friday's those are movie days, kids like the move days, what am I gonna do?

I'm a bad father, but to me being a good gambler was more imoortant than being a good father. Slots? That's a machine I can understand. Roulette? That's something I can get my head around. Sending my kids to daycare, all year long, summer included; I'm sitting there - blackjack. These guys at the table were my family. You can't win if you don't play is what I always tell my son. I put 50/50, they told me I didn't put any chips down: check, check, I check, lady didn't take that. Fistfight right there at the table. I took on someone 20 years my junior and I'm pissing my pants; they threw me out.

It has made me well brother, I am filled, I am filled with the fruits of The Great Purge. I feel it within me sometimes I do become somber, the past sometimes burke's me so. It reminds me of a time when a man proved his worth to a pair of shoes by getting on his knees and offering diamonds. I just don't, I just don't. No more pain, no more slime, no more misery, no more big fuckin' shoes, only justice. Intellect, volumes of the mind not perversions. This day is very fine Anon, how goes it , how goes it with you?

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠉⠛⠿⣶⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⠀⠀⣶⣶⠿⠿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣭⣶

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣤⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣶⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⣤⣉⣿⣿⣤⣀
⠤⣤⣿⣤⣿⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠛⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠛⠿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⠛⠀⠀⠀⣶⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⠀⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣛⣿⣭⣶⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠉⠛⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣉⠀⣶⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠛

⠀⠀⠀⣶⣿⣶
⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⣀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣶⣿⠛⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠛⠛⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣀⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀
⠀⠤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉
⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿
⠉⠛⣿⣿⣶⣤
⠀⠀⠉⠿⣿⣿⣤
⠀⠀⣀⣤⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠒⠿⠛⠉⠿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠿⠿⠛

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

I'll give kirk one thing, despite being a faggot he manages to make use of the fucking grease of his face and made a dildo.

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⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢀⢀⠍⠙⢿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠈⢀⡤⢲⣾⣗⠲⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠻
⡀⢙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⠰⠁⢰⣾⣿⣿⡇⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄
⣇⢀⢀⠙⠷⣍⠛⠛⢀⢀⢀⢀⠙⠋⠉⢀⢀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷
⡙⠆⢀⣀⠤⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣷⣖⠋⠁⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⣀⣀⣄⢀⢀⢀⢀⢸⠏⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿
⣿⣷⡀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⡒⠉⠉⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢀⢈⣴⣿⣿⡿⢀⡿
⣿⣿⣷⣄⢀⢀⢀⢀⠐⠄⢀⢀⢀⠈⢀⣀⣴⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⢀⣡
⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠢⣤⣄⢀⢀⣀⠠⢴⣾⣿⣿⡿⢋⠟⢡⣿⣿⣿
⢀⠘⠿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣹⣿⣀⣀⣀⣀⠘⠛⠋⠁⡀⣄⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢀⢀⢀⠈⠛⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⢀⢀⢀⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⣹⣿
⢀⢀⢀⢀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣤⣶⣿⡿⢛⢿⡇⠟⠰⣿⣿
⢀⢀⢀⢀⣿⣿⣿⡿⢉⣭⢭⠏⣿⡿⢸⡏⣼⣿⢴⡇⢸⣿⣶⣿
⢀⢀⢀⢰⣿⣿⣿⢃⣶⣶⡏⠸⠟⣱⣿⣧⣛⣣⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢀⢀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⠟⢻⡿⡉⣷⣬⡛⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢀⢀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢰⠘⣰⣇⣿⣿⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢀⢀⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⢺⣿⠟⣩⣭⣽⣇⠲⠶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢀⠐⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢐⡈⣿⣷⣶⠎⣹⡟⠟⣛⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠠⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣼⣿⣷⣿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⣯⢿⣿⣷⣻⢯⣿⡽⣻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠸⣿⣿⣆⠹⣿⣿⢾⣟⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡌
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣽⡿⣿⣎⠙⣿⣞⣷⡌⢻⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠹⣿⣿⡆⠻⣿⣟⣯⡿⣽⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⡷⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣷⣿⣿⣿⡀⠹⣟⣾⣟⣆⠹⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢠⡘⣿⣿⡄⠉⢿⣿⣽⡷⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡝⣷⣯⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⢿⣾⢿⣿⡄⢄⠘⢿⣞⡿⣧⡈⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣧⠘⣿⣷⠈⣦⠙⢿⣽⣷⣻⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⢿⣯⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣯⣿⢿⣿⡆⢸⡷⡈⢻⡽⣷⡷⡄⠻⣽⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⢰⣯⢷⠈⣿⡆⢹⢷⡌⠻⡾⢋⣱⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⢻⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⣿⢾⡿⣿⡆⢸⣽⢻⣄⠹⣷⣟⣿⣄⠹⣟⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣯⣟⣧⠘⣷⠈⡯⠛⢀⡐⢾⣟⣷⣻⣿⣿⣿⡿⡌⢿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡌
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢸⡿⣟⣿⡇⢸⣯⣟⣮⢧⡈⢿⣞⡿⣦⠘⠏⣹⣿⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣾⡆⠹⢀⣠⣾⣟⣷⡈⢿⣞⣯⢿⣿⣿⣿⢷⠘⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡈⣿⢿⣽⡇⠘⠛⠛⠛⠓⠓⠈⠛⠛⠟⠇⢀⢿⣻⣿⣯⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⢿⣿⣿⠁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣧⡄⠇⣹⣿⣾⣯⣿⡄⠻⣽⣯⢿⣻⣿⣿⡇⢹⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢹⣿⡽⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣞⣆⠰⣶⣶⡄⢀⢻⡿⣯⣿⡽⣿⣿⣿⢯⣟⡿⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠐⣸⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣆⠹⣯⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⢀⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠘⣯⡿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡈⢿⣳⠘⡄⠻⣿⢾⣽⣟⡿⣿⢯⣿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠹⣾⣷⣻⣿⡿⡇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢹⣿⠇⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠻⡇⢹⣆⠹⣟⣾⣽⣻⣟⣿⣽⠁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⠿⠛⠛⠉⠙⠋⢀⠁⢘⣯⣿⣿⣧⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡈⣿⡃⢼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡙⠌⣿⣆⠘⣿⣞⡿⣞⡿⡞⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠁⢀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⡆⢻⣽⣞⡿⣷⠈⣿⣻⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠘⠁⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠛⢿⣄⢻⣿⣧⠘⢯⣟⡿⣽⠁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡃⢀⢀⠘⠛⠿⢿⣻⣟⣯⣽⣻⣵⡀⢿⣯⣟⣿⢀⣿⣽⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⡆⢀⣿⣾⣿⣾⣷⣿⣶⠿⠚⠉⢀⢀⣤⣿⣷⣿⣿⣷⡈⢿⣻⢃⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⡶⣦⣤⣄⣀⡀⠉⠛⠛⠷⣯⣳⠈⣾⡽⣾⢀⣿⢾⣿⣿
⣿⢿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠐⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠁⢀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌⣥⣾⡿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⢿⣷⣿⣿⣟⣾⣽⣳⢯⣟⣶⣦⣤⡾⣟⣦⠘⣿⢾⡁⢺⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣻⣿⣿⡷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⣦⠸⡿⠋⠁⢀⢀⣠⣴⢿⣿⣽⣻⢽⣾⣟⣷⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣳⠿⣵⣧⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣳⣯⣿⣿⣿⣽⢀⢷⣻⠄⠘⣯⣿⣿
⣿⢷⣻⣿⣿⣷⣻⣿⣿⣿⡷⠛⣁⢀⣀⣤⣶⣿⣛⡿⣿⣮⣽⡻⣿⣮⣽⣻⢯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⢀⢸⣿⢀⡆⣿⣿⣿
⠸⣟⣯⣿⣿⣷⢿⣽⣿⣿⣷⣿⣷⣆⠹⣿⣶⣯⠿⣿⣶⣟⣻⢿⣷⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢀⣯⣟⢀⡇⢼⣿⣿
⣇⠹⣟⣾⣻⣿⣿⢾⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢹⣶⣿⣻⣷⣯⣟⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢀⡿⡇⢸⡇⢸⣿⡇
⣿⣆⠹⣷⡻⣽⣿⣯⢿⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⢸⣿⠇⣼⡇⢸⡿⢠
⡙⠾⣆⠹⣿⣦⠛⣿⢯⣷⢿⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠎⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⢀⣿⣾⣣⡿⡇⢸⢃⣾
⣿⣷⡌⢦⠙⣿⣿⣌⠻⣽⢯⣿⣽⣻⣿⣿⣿⣧⠩⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⢰⢣⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⢀⢀⢿⣞⣷⢿⡇⠉⣼⣿
⣿⣽⣆⠹⣧⠘⣿⣿⡷⣌⠙⢷⣯⡷⣟⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⡹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣈⠃⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢀⣴⡧⢀⠸⣿⡽⣿⢀⣾⣿⣿
⢻⣽⣿⡄⢻⣷⡈⢿⣿⣿⢧⢀⠙⢿⣻⡾⣽⣻⣿⣿⣄⠌⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢁⣰⣾⣟⡿⢀⡄⢿⣟⣿⢀⣿⣿⣿
⡄⢿⣿⣷⢀⠹⣟⣆⠻⣿⣿⣆⢀⣀⠉⠻⣿⡽⣯⣿⣿⣷⣈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⢀⣠⠘⣯⣷⣿⡟⢀⢆⠸⣿⡟⢸⣿⣿⣿
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Dwayne (((((((The ((((((Dwayne (((((The ((((Dwayne (((The ((Dwayne (The Rock) Johnson)) Rock))) Johnson)))) Rock))))) Johnson)))))) Rock))))))) Johnson

In 1945, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a holocaust they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Munich underground. Today, still wanted by Mossad, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a jewish problem... if no one else can help... and if you can find them... maybe you can hire... The SS-Team.

@Officer Schweizer That from Serpent’s Walk?

@Ave ad Dominum idk, i found it in another server

Sounds straight out of a book I read

accompanied by this glorious image

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Dan Jarvis?

Yeah I know him by that name. Hell, I worked with him in Afghan. Back then we called him 'Paki Pulveriser' Jarvis because he never came out of a tunnel without a scalp, an ear, or covered with blood.

Most would call him insane, but that is why the Paras trained him. They saw potential. It wasn't until they learned his methods that they truly realised what a monster they created.

You see, most guys that go tunnel clearing take guns. Not Dan. No, he took knives, clubs, hatchets, sometimes nothing but his bare hands. After a few missions I got a chance to talk to him in the mess. He was wearing his blood stained hat, sunglasses, and combat fatigues, smoking a cigarette and drinking Johnny Walker Black Label. It was contraband, but you NEVER told Dan what he could and couldn't do.

I asked him why he never took guns with him. He lowered his head and took a long slow draw from his hand rolled cig, pulled off his sunglasses and looked me right in the eyes, piercing my soul.

"I do it out of respect. Respect for the white race. These goat fucker scum bags don't deserve the mercy of a British made bullet, but the slow torturous death at the hands of a British man!"

In a flash he pulled out his weathered, but razor sharp knife and stopped just short of sticking my gut.

"The look in their eyes when I slip this baby into their swollen, curry filled bellies is reason enough. To see the last lights flick off in their heads as they see a real killer work."

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I like porn. I don't love porn; that sort of feeling is reserved for women and baseball players. That said, every so often I get a peculiar craving. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's out of my control. I'll be sitting on the computer and it will suddenly come over me:

"I need to see donkey cock."

Not just the cock itself, mind you; I need to see a woman riding a donkey, preferably while another donkey is riding her, and maybe another few people are scattered around punching themselves in the crotch... it doesn't matter too much. I just need to see a cat's cradle of hooves and tits and semen, slapping and spraying wildly across the monitor. And if it could all take place aboard the Starship Enterprise, so much the better.

So I'll head to Google and I'll type in "veritable cat's cradle of yadda yadda yadda" and I'll get a dozen different sites advertising the latest and greatest in ass-on-ass action. So I'll click one, and wouldn't you know it, they want my fucking credit card number.

Scheming sons of bitches. Donkey porn used to be free, you know. How dare they deprive me of such a basic need.

Now, no man is going to admit to knowing as much as I'm about to tell you, but the fact is that every one of us has been down this same road before. Many a Kleenex has met its fate at the end of a journey similar to the one I will now describe. Girls, don't look on your husband or boyfriend with disgust; this is just as much a part of him as his obsession with Foreigner. (They're fucking awesome, so just leave them alone.)

They offer a few subscription options over at "tumbleweed-of-donkey-cocks.com". Their basic options are, naturally, exorbitant; 1 month for $30, 3 months for $60, and so on. Nobody in their right mind is going to pay for this; after all, the urge to spank it to donkey porn is infrequent and fleeting. I don't need to look at this stuff for a whole month straight; I might start to like it.

However, they do offer another option, which every guy you know has clicked on: the one-day trial for a mere five dollars. It is, of course, a trick; after your "trial" is up, you'll automatically be signed up for a one-month subscription and your credit card will be charged accordingly. Realizing this, we hatch a plan. If we sign up for the trial, we can inundate ourselves with donkey-related pornography. We can drown ourselves in our perversion, not daring to look away lest a single moment of our 24 hour liberty pass to Burro Ball Boulevard be forgotten in the weeks to come. And for fuck's sake, we can't save any of it to the computer, because we know that one day our daughters will get on and discover our more-than-casual interest in equine biology, and God only knows what that would do to them.

And just before the 24-hour deadline, we will cancel our subscription to "mules-gone-bugfuck.com" and narrowly avoid being charged. This particular hurdle, however, is more treacherous than it first appears. They won't let you simply click on an "Unsubscribe" link, oh no. The process is far more shameful than that.

Now, you must realize, they do understand our dilemma. We don't want anybody to know what we've been looking at on the internet. When they charge your credit card, they don't bill you under "GRAMMA'S SLINGSHOT LABIA PARADISE," they bill you under something innocuous, like "QBill GSLP." That's if you're a loyal, paying customer. However, once you want to get out from under their thumbs, you're going to have to swallow your pride... because you're going to have to tell an actual human being exactly what you want.

In order to unsubscribe, you will have to call them on the telephone and say, to a live person, "I want to cancel my subscription to Mule Fisting Fiesta." They are counting on your burning shame to keep you from leaving.

Now, most of us don't really think about the fact that this is a person whose entire job is listening to people nervously cancel their porn subscriptions, but it doesn't matter. Someone out there knows your name and can associate it with at least one act of beastiality that you've spanked off to. Someone knows exactly how sick you are.

Once it's over, though, and you crawl back into bed, hands crusted with ejaculate, you can feel perfectly secure.

As long as you deleted your browser history.

You did, didn't you?