I dream of 747s full of napalm.
It's sticks to headscarves.
I dream of 747s full of napalm.
It's sticks to headscarves.
“You smell that? You smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a MOSQUE bombed for 12 hours. When it was over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ MUZZIE body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell. The whole MOSQUE. Smelled like......Victory” (Kilgore would know how to handle ‘The Religion of Peace’ head choppin’ goat humpers!!!!)