I would like to extend a laurel, and hearty handshake to the pipples of Iraq as they climb the mountain of resistance toward the ocean of democracy. Soon, as they climb ever higher, they will be able to see the beacon of freedom, and the Baghdad Hilton.
Though they must struggle through the swamps of despair, not to mention that annoying ant mound by the abandoned date factory, and the marshes of intolerance, soon they will taste the fruits and nuts of victory.
They will consign the terrorist asshats to the dustbin of history, the trash can of geography, and the terror that is plane geometry.
I would like to extend a laurel, and hearty handshake to the pipples of Iraq as they climb the mountain of resistance toward the ocean of democracy. Soon, as they climb ever higher, they will be able to see the beacon of freedom, and the Baghdad Hilton.
Though they must struggle through the swamps of despair, not to mention that annoying ant mound by the abandoned date factory, and the marshes of intolerance, soon they will taste the fruits and nuts of victory.
They will consign the terrorist asshats to the dustbin of history, the trash can of geography, and the terror that is plane geometry.
Amen
Did somebody say bacon? Man, I sure do love bacon.
Is the bacon of freedom anything like freedom fries?
It’s sorta like the kielbosa of liberty.
Yes, except that would be “kielbasa.” The kielbasa of Oscar Meyer.
“o”, “a”. Thank you for pointing out my typo.