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Comrade Commissar: Without words - whatever.

  Comrade Commissar: Without words - whatever.
Posted
Nov 7th 2006
What have we here? Wasted, worn out western technology? Want not! What we had was weary, waste, wanton refuse on a woeful scale. What it is we want is the wild, the willful spirited whelp. After all the wars, after the wants and the wishy-washy webs of lies, the water of life is wanted. How should we hail this well-recieved winner? With a simple Wii.

Remember, remember, the Ninteenth of November.
 

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Hawk McBlade Says:

You're silly. Post it as a poem or something!

ArianKing Says:

nineteenth of november??????curse you foreign devils!!!!!!!!!