Bet you a steak dinner the provost got no more than a paragraph into that before chucking it in the wastebin with a triumphant laugh and beginning the search for his black trans lesbian disabled replacement.
Bet you a steak dinner the provost got no more than a paragraph into that before chucking it in the wastebin with a triumphant laugh and beginning the search for his black trans lesbian disabled replacement.
Bet you a steak dinner the provost got no more than a paragraph into that before chucking it in the wastebin with a triumphant laugh and beginning the search for his black trans lesbian disabled replacement.
LOL IRL
I wish I didn't LOL at Guttermouth's comment. Because now I feel guilty about it.
That's what they want you to feel so you'll stop laughing, speaking, and feeling.
Laugh your ASS off at them. It's the only non-lethal weapon worth a damn in this war.
'twas being sarcastic about the feeling guilty part. Your comment was genuinely funny. And a bit too close to the truth.