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An M72 LAW rocket launcher tube, sitting in the center of the living room, on end. No coffee table, just that sitting upright in between the couch and TV.
Imagine trying to justify thousands of murdered children because some people decided to attack a festival.
An attack, I might add, the government had been informed of and bafflingly did the opposite of adding protection to heavy traffic areas…
I’m glad the EMH finally settled on a name.
Richard Woolsey is pretty good. I’d probably choose a different first name, because some little blond shit with clone daddy issues might mockingly call me dick but maybe I’m just imagining things.
Would you consider “American Liason to the IOA and eventual leader of the Ancient city of Atlantis” a step up or down from Chief Medical Officer?
Pledges are worth whatever paper they’re printed on.
Government pledges are worth the toilet paper you print it on.
Do it or shut the fuck up.
Use whatever wood bits that are left to fashion a few stakes and do what stakes do to the people who cut them down.
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I literally just rewatched this episode not two hours ago.
Boims in the back, absolutely dying from a tiny amount, and mariner over here pouring out half the bottle.
My wife said she would be boimler, because she’s super vanilla about spicy things. Vanilla might be too spicy for boimler though.
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