Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Wednesday, 20 December 2017

The Claymores Were Set By The Chimney With Care...




In the hopes that St. Nick soon would...errrr...be... WTF...?


If there are any squaddies out there that can get me a box of pineapple hand grenades I would really appreciate it. I would take them down to the dump and throw them at the piles of garbage just to watch them explode and laugh like a loon! Some kids never grow up.

I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on myself. When I was a kid I wanted a machine gun too - but the thought of reloading shells for that beast, and blapping off the lot in a few seconds... just doesn't appeal to this old geezer any more. It would be fun to frighten the liberals and panty waists though.

Hmmmmm. I'm kinda thinkin' I am gonna end up with a lump of coal again. There is no justice.

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