ven if you do, you pathetic puke, you’re no terrorist. If you kidnapped me and tortured me to death, I’d never be terrified of YOU. Sure, the pain would scare me. I might even die screaming. But through the pain I’d be laughing at the spoiled little punk who can’t think of anything else to do with people. How pitiful is that? You are not a terrorist. You are what masculine terrorists wipe off the bottom of their shoe. You’re the bleating lamb that jihadists bugger for relaxation before blowing themselves up in acts which, while totally evil, are still bad-ass.
I wish I could write like this. Btw Brett my name's on the blog so look me up.