Howdy do!

[magprob]

It may be PO PO to you but as my brother the plumber once told me, "your shi* is my bread and butter!" Meanwhile, as we sit here a boondoggling, filthy outlaw bikers are breeding like rats in California and spreading east. Listen for the roar of Harleys. You will hear it in the distance like thunder. And then, wafting in on the breeze, will come the scent of dried blood, semen and human grease...the noise will grow louder and then they will appear, on the west horizon, eyes bugged and bloodshot, foam on the lips, chewing some rooty essence smuggled in from a foreign jungle...they will ravish your women, loot your liquor stores and humiliate your mayor on a bench on the village square...and all because you wanted to burn a little comp time. Yep, all of this because you had to burn some comp time!

They were fully convinced that nothing could reconcile the minds of the barbarians to peace, unless they experianced in their own country the calamities of war.