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Rather than snipe at trolls, let me offer Lou Harrison.
We’ll meet again,
Don’t know where,don’t know when.
But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day.
Oh goody, a suicide pact. Can’t you just put a shotgun to your mouth and pull the trigger instead?
As an avowed Muslamocommunist, the thing I hate most in the world is when people eat a half-dozen glass Coke bottles. Please, Carbon Man, whatsoever else you might do in this world, don’t eat a half-dozen glass Coke bottles. Don’t eat them. If you did, I would be so mad, so utterly distraught, that I would be unable to live with myself. For the love of your non-existent Christian God, do not eat a half-dozen glass Coke bottles. Really, don’t. From my perspective, it would be the worst, most distressing thing you could possibly do.
Please don’t eat a half-dozen glass Coke bottles. Oh please oh please oh please oh please.
And what ever you do, Carbon Man, don’t have sex with rhinos. That’s the sure way to get us librul/Muslim/Commie/Socialist/Fascists pissed off.
This is one of my favorite songs of the last five years. Man, it always hits me.
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