shobeedooo shooobbbeeeeddooo.... life is a minestrone... oh yeh...
A carefree existence is an interesting aim, some people would say an ideal. Of course they would be scruffy pot smoking smelly hippies... fucking waste of space arse-cunts.
Where is this damned war then? I'm bored, let's go get 'em boys... and by the way, lets stop off in Gaul and fuck the frogs big time, whinging little smelly cunts that they are. Do you know that the frogs use less soap per capita than any other civilised race, and i use that phrase advisedly as well. I mean, all we want to do is finish off george seniors little skirmish for him before he dies, it's not like we're asking much, we don't even want the craven snail munchers to fight with us, god forbid. So I say let's accidently drop a few bombs on the twats as we fly over. And their women are hairy, what's that all about?