Before he moved to California, my mate Jeff used to call me up every few days and we'd go drink beer in the gaveyard. You know, because we were soooo cool like that. Anyhow, I remember one day he slippe and cut his hand open on a broken bottle, then walked inside the chuch where there was a fucking communion going on, dew a pentagram on the floor in his blood, flipped off the priest and stormed out pissed as a fart.
got racist, got cancer, died.
Oh dear god you don't want to know. Brief explanation;
Went on Big Brother, got her vagina out, was ridiculously stupid, got famous over nothing, got moola, got more Big Brother coverage, got racist, got cancer, died.
People like this make my "Faith in Humanity Meter" go down.
To be fair, the Cold War wasn't really that bad. It was the international equivalent of "My dad's harder than your dad".
the Holocaust and the Cold War didn't already do that for you?
For the record, I'm far from racist and I don't agree with it whatsoever, but I fucking hate the french. Fuck France.