"Dagnabbit, Ryan, you can't just go off tipping cows without the rest of you team! If you tried that in Nam, you'd be getting shoved into the water with a flag over your head!"
"Looks like we have a couple of bulls coming up from the hill."
"Now, I'm sure you've all read your manuals and know how to defend against an enemy coming from the high ground, right? Good. Prepare the battlements."
"Don't contradict me, Weird Scout. Love, lust, it makes no difference in the jungles. Either way, someone ends up dead and we have to move deeper to cover our tracks"
"...boy, don't make me give you the Section 8. I mean send you back home without your badge. And all you need to know is that after a night of R&R, shallow graves and battery acid are your friends."
"Every Scoutmaster has to know basic child-rearing in case the Russians bomb us while we're away and I have to raise you like my own ken. Well, now it'd be the Koreans, but the same principle applies."
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moo
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
*doesn't notice*
*doesn't care*
*doesn't fall over*
*gets mad and chases would-be cow-tippers to the gate*
(angry cows are scary)
Oh fug it's the train.
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Astounding
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
-makes a patty-
moo.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
anyway, moo
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
maybe that's just me but
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I merely wish to be milked before I explode
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
MOO
moo