A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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A torn jacket is soon mended but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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Gunnery Sargeant Hartmann: 'How tall are you Private?' Private Cowboy: '5 foot 9 Sir'. Gunnery Sargeant Hartmann: '5 foot 9? I didn't know they could stack shit that high... are you trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere?'
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There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here, you are all equally worthless.
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A lady came up to me on the street and pointed to my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?' she sneered. I replied in a psychotic tone, 'I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too.'
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I have a head, but no eyes, I have a mouth, but cannot speak. When I get up, I'm shoved into a stright jacket, thrusted into a wet dark hole repeatedly until I throw up on myself, then forced to do it again! And the only company I have to give me any comfort at all are two hairy nuts!
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I wanted to see exotic Vietnam, the jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them.
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If I'm lucky enough to get to heaven I might find that God is a beaver or a burro. What a sad world it would be if only the two-legged were here. We have established a Let's Hunt The Hunters Club.. and we have certain rules: a. we're only doing it for their good.. to cull the herd b. we don't interfere with their mating season in parked cars c. we don't encourage anyone to mount a hunter on the hood d. in wall mounting you may include the cap and the jacket.
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Join the Army! Travel to exotic, distant lands. Meet exciting, unusual people, and kill them.
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This is my rifle, this is my gun
This is for fighting, this is for fun
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A lady came up to me on the street and pointed to my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket' she sneered. I replied in a psychotic tone, 'I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too.'
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How tall are you boy?' 'Five foot nine sir.' 'Five foot nine?! I didn't know they piled shit that high!
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If you can read this, the bitch fell off.
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