Our Weekend. Our Future.

I refuse to be beaten by silly stamping ork contraptions.
The only thing i know that can beat me is mocking girls.
Just imagine the ork stompa is being crewed by Fiona and Kay.
Imagine the revenge you could take.
Imagine what it feels like to shoot them both in the face.
Then when you have run out of ammunition.
Too tie the bloody torso's to posts, then hit them until your own knuckles and feet are bleeding.
Leaving you crying on the floor, contemplating whether or not you should go and buy more ammunition for your gun, just so you can do it all over again. *sniffs*
Its the only way i think we'll ever feel like men again. *sniffs and straightens his posture*
Its the only way i can see us punishing that bastard stompa.
Bring the rain mutha fuckers.