I am a bastard so I currently carry my family name, unfortunately all of the decent people who held my name are dead and almost everyone else are a bunch of cunts.
Imagine, if you will, a war-torn country. 25 December. Christmas. Mosul, Iraq. 2005. It is a cold day in Northern Iraq but it has been a good day. Everyone is singing and dancing and living it up. Not really, we are in Iraq, you dumbass, it's cold and kind of miserable. Well, it was still … Continue reading Never Seen Nobody Get They Ass Kicked by a Pork Chop