yeah... its finding ben's bottom, then his small intestine, then his large, then his his his and spreads to his non existent testes, fake dick, until it finally reaches his brain, and he realises, what the fuck he's done both in history and to his country for what? for fucking what?
for bsc, gs, merrill, citi, boa, carlyle group, et al ad infinitum....
but what he realizes is: i'm a boy named patsy, and all those fuckers will be forgotten, cept me baby.
i've been researching guillotines. pretty easy to make and cheap if you outsource the components from china. given the high cost of ammo from the military ind complex these daze, its a cheap very cheap matchine for the masses and various turn coats in the rubicon party. |
