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Discussion in 'Religion & Politics' started by Baya Rae 4900, Dec 17, 2011.
Another phrase for "common sense."
What are you blabbering about in this thread?
The whore you crawled out of.
My mother was never a Vietnamese prostitute. However, since none of us actually know who you are, let alone your actual ethnicity, how do we know your mother wasn't a Vietnamese prostitute?
Ironic, this thread is not a huge tl;dr rant about America nobody gives a shit about.
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The Member Formerly Known As Baya is a white Australian of Germanic decent.
Do you have proof? Pics? Facebook?
No. This is my supposition from past comments he has made.
Germanic? Do I look like I'm selfish, self-centred and utterly lack empathy?
Really? From what i can tell hes seems like a Swedish sand nigger convert
Nope just really into shit.
That's why I'm here.
THERE I WAS, North Vietnam, 1969, CHARLIE CRAWLING ALL OVER THE PLACE. We were up to our eyeballs in gooks, but I didn't give a shit, I wanted that free TV they were promising soldiers at the time. So I touched down with my Electro Tesla Cannon and hammer pants and BAM! GOOKS CAME POURING OUT OF THE WOOD WORK! I HIT THE GROUND AND STARTED FRYING PAN FACED GOOKS LEFT AND RIGHT ZAP PWOW ZAP PEW PEW PEW, AND THEY JUST KEPT COMING, THEY NEVER STOPPED. I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE, MAN!
Then I remembered the ultimate weapon... MIGHTY WHITE, AMERICAN COCK.
SO I JUMPED TO MY FEET AND DROPPED TROW. You could've heard a pin drop in the meadow as the NVA stared at my Herculean garbage, glistening in the evening sun. They looked at me, and I looked back, with a twinkle of rape in my eyes. They started to run, and THAT ONLY AROUSED ME MORE. I saw the NVA retarded guy Fenu Li twist his ankle, AND I POUNCED LIKE A FEROCIOUS, HORNY LEMUR. His screams echoed into the night, directly into the ears of every last Charlie on the peninsula. I was sent home a hero, a warrior, and a father to multiple Vietnamese babies.
All right, listen up. You people will not die on me in combat. You fucking new guys will do everything you can to prove me wrong. You'll walk on trails, kick cans, sleep on guard, smoke dope and diddely-bop through the bush like you were back on the block. Or on guard at night you'll write letters, play with your organ, and think of your girl back home. Forget her. Right now, some hair head has her on her back and is telling her to fuck for peace. This is Han. Those of you who are foolish will think of him as 'gook,' 'slope,' 'slant' or 'dink.' He is your enemy. He came over on the Chieu Hoi programme, and after he fattens himself on C-rations he will be hunting your young asses in the Ashau Valley. Now forget about this Viet Cong shit. What you'll encounter out there is hard core NVA, North Vietnamese. Highly motivated, highly trained and well equipped. If you meet Han or his cousins, you will give him respect and refer to those little bastards as 'Nathanial Victor.' Meet him twice, and survive, and you will refer to him as 'MISTER Nathanial Victor.' Now people, I am sick and tired of filling body bags with your dumb fucking mistakes.