This is called being bored in an English class.
Now, I know you men are tired from a long day of fighting our enemies and raping your slaves. Luckily I am too tired, stupid and drunk to make this last very long. Heh, heh. That’s what she said.
Anyway, we’ve been fighting this war for, what? Four, five days…? What? Years? Really? Sure we have! And we’ve been winning so far, haven’t we? Hmm?
Oh. Okay, so we’re losing. Boys…it’s not too late to pull this off. We can beat ‘em! We can beat these damn Nazis…Commies…whatever the f—er, whatever those guys are. They make me sick! Mgggkk. Sorry. I had a lot to drink.
We may have fewer soldiers. We may be surrounded on twelve sides. We may be using sawed-off 12-gague shotguns while they’re using laser-aiming semi-automatic combat rifles. But boys, there is one thing our enemies are that we aren’t, something that makes all the difference: we aren’t a bunch of pussies. We can out-brawl, out-drink, and out-screw any ten of those prissy assholes any day. Those ball-grabbing wimps couldn’t take a piss without wetting the front of their pants.
We’re going to win. I will personally rip out the intestines of those cat-humping foreskinned fairies and make a waterbed with ‘em. While they’re busy running around like retarded puppies, we’re preparing for war! They’re sitting over there fondling each other while we’re getting ready to fight! Let’s stomp those greasy Hun-suckers like ants!
