Russia falls.

Stoopid boy
Not one original thought in his thick fucking skull. You wanna stay of the alcohol, it kills your brain cells and judging by your witty retort you ain’t got many left to play around with.

One potato, two potato, what comes next…
 
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Line up for the next war that could have been avoided.
Line up for the next war they've sold to you that sounds like it's the right thing to support and continue, no matter what the cost. (See? It's about principles)
He hasn’t got any principles, he’s a fucking brain dead drink addled fuckwit with three potatoes as imaginary friends.

One pot-ta-toe, two pot-ta-toe…
 
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