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from: Mr Walmartinezzzzzz
netcache-2002.public.lawson.webtv.net
03-03-17
03:16
My pager provided by the corporate satanic menace is keeping me up to date as the clock ticks toward midnight for good old sadam. It will be soon that his last dance takes place, and a cruise missle built in the good old us of a blows his ass all the way to mecca. Me and the troops are anxious to get to killin', we are bored with all the nicey city shit, where you cannot even cuss out a car dealer for being so damned greedy. We are a crack unit wired up by years of meth use that never wore off, the theory that if you do enough you never come down is true, and we need a target to focus on, and take out like a sale on beer and ammo at walmart. Get your guns and be ready, the guy at the quickie mart may be your enemy. We of the movement believe that sadam may have infiltrated us in a third coast action where they are under deep cover, serving slurpies, and chili dogs, just waiting for the payphone out front to ring, and they get their orders to go out and blow up sewer plants, and beer distributors to disrupt our hearts and minds. They could even interupt the dope supply, which will send the boys out for seeds and potting soil in order to fill the gap and make a little cash before shipping out.
I hear more news coming from the radio in the garage, I must be ready and finish oiling up the guns and stocking up on beer.
May we always have the freedom to go to walmart at 2am to get the essentials. thank you for shopping
