We smokin' IMR. We smokin' Cordite. We smokin' Torpex. We smokin' that Calabrese salame Za Za kush that had Cadorna goin' 12 times. I run more .38 Special than a daycare for middle-age ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I use more phosgene than Ludendorff at a rave. Take daily blood transfusions from Aimo Koivunin. Went blind from the pervitin and still out-shot Simo Häyhä. Bought out the whole Varusteleka warehouse for the hell of it; now I'm outfitting mercenaries on both sides. Choked out my ops with a single-point sling; buried them in Anzio with a cask of Amaretto. I'm throwin' cash around like US MIC. Huffin' that ♥♥♥♥ that put Corporal Hitler in the hospital. I stretched her wider than the Fulda Gap; ran through her like an armored column. Get more head than Van Owen and Roland combined.

Did three tours in Somalia for ♥♥♥♥♥ and giggles; the war crimes are the only thing that gives life meaning. Pissin' Coffee Instant Type 2 and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' out Pain Hamburger. Hit that kosmoline and everything went red; woke up in Suomussalmi: aw man, I did it again. This ♥♥♥♥ returns to port under its own power.

Washington's sword allegedly had weird magical properties that stopped the carrier from dying in battle, there are an insane number of coincidences and near misses saving the lives of the men who held that sword.

my dad can beat up your dad and he says Pat Tillman spontaneously combusted because he was a ♥♥♥♥

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