June 2011
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Prison rules, dawg.: The end speeches of... →
MARINE 1: On November 17, ‘75, I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was a M-16 and my father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat Concertina, piss napalm, and I can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. I travel the globe,…
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Generation Kill spam.
JUST FYI. Oh and if you know/are a Generation Kill blog, just tell me. I NEED it on my dash.
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