So sit back down in the back of the room. Drink a massive cup of shut the flipping hell up. We are at war here and so far as that war effort is concerned, you're not going over the top with us, you're the mealy mouth wet pants little whinger who is crouching with the rats at the bottom of the trench and in his own excrement and urine.
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Say it brother! You've got the gift of gab!
Most of us here are 100% with you on this.
I think all but one here are with you on this, Ivan.
I cannot believe how tacky this guy is being and I'm embarrassed for him every time I read one of his posts.