These fuc$ing little tin bit nations in Europe are attempting to hold the world by the balls. It is time to put them all in their place. But alas... zero will only bow low to them since he is a commie bastard at heart.
Through a mysterious set of unfortunate circumstances, my 14 year-old son came back to live with us just a few months before his 30th celebration of his initial incarnation, complete with a triple hernia obvious to the delivering physician in 1965 only umbilically.
On cursory examination he now appears quite sound, though a bit more robust in the upper ground; strangely, he’s become quite fixated on talk radio and hides in his room from the large collider outside.
I’ve tried ducking and covering but to no avail, if I could but figure where I went wrong, better minds could prevail.
If tis’ all for naught, I want my money back. :>)