Thanks baker. Here we are again, bro… Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number 10, remember? Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat… We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch… Not a fuckin' scratch. You know, who ever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does, I'm gonna cut your name right into him… I'm gonna cut your name into him!
>useful idiots are the first to go
I searched for bread with wings and this popped up
Looks like the dos equis guy.
I got some others. I'll just fire away…
How the fuck you gonna move the trucks after you slashed the tires, empty the fuel tanks and arrest the drivers??? OBAMAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!