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Come to England and say that.
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Why don't you go to Italy, if you love it so much? Do you not like the idea of being buggered 20 times daily by Catholics?
Is that the name of a march you were on?
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The best Organized crime gangs
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Friend, the negroes have better organized crime gangs, and they're black.
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Originally Posted by Godly Pastor Al, Jesus' pal
Hello, Miss Hickey. Obviously YOU are British
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Actually, she's a chink.
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Oh and btw you piffleing American twat British army is the best, I'm half And I live here and I know we arethe best trained army in the world.
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Stuff and nonsense. How many American soldiers have the Brits killed? Not nearly as many as the other way around, I'll wager.
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And as a Sicilian I'm used to the code of Silence
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Oh, you're a friend of Homerta's? That explains everything.
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Pastor, Let me remind you Syl stallone is half, His mum is Ukranian, And she is about 80, You definitely like Older women eh my old mocker?
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Actually, technically speaking, by GODLY Pastor Al's standards, she counts as a younger woman.
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Remember what happened when Itay's De Rossi elbowed Brian McBride?
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USA coach Bruce Arena hit out at Daniele de Rossi after the Italian's elbow on Brian McBride left the striker needing three stitches under his eye. |
Wow. You're good at...cheating. How impressive.
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Wow. A pair of wops trying their hardest to look like American negroes. Have you ever seen a Godly American walking around wearing a Roma baseball cap? Didn't think so.
And by the way, here's an Italian joke:
Oh, did I write "joke"? I meant "politician." He/she runs Italy on behalf of the Commies.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.