"What, me worry?" Says Le Roi Soleil. "The Peasant was drinking Beer. He should have been quaffing Le Vin. No wonder they took offense at his bad taste".
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Drink Beer and Die Hard on Planet Pepe
"What, me worry?" Says Le Roi Soleil. "The Peasant was drinking Beer. He should have been quaffing Le Vin. No wonder they took offense at his bad taste".
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Belchium?
Bruisesals
Where is the "Visions of things to come" label? Not enough space, probably.
The Peasant was drinking Beer. He should have been quaffing Le Vin
straw man city.
Le Pew is desperate for fiber in his vin. Guess he's got to get it from somewhere?
Ok, AI, let me see if "Visions.." can fit
No Kant Do, AI...Sorry
Let me make sure i have your logic straight here: if one does not support the war effort in iraq then it follows that one condones the savage beating of a street person by muslims? or does this just apply to french people who favor mouthwash over coors light?
If Illogic didn't exist, Pepe would have invented it.
If insouciance as to IM didn't exist, Pepe would have invented it.
An inventive lad, our Pepe.
Pepe, you're putting up the straw man. AA never said you were condoning beating up street people, you goddamned jihadi.
"What, me worry?" Says Le Roi Soleil. "The Peasant...".
he isn't ?
Pauvre Le Pew. He so desperately wants to be seen as other than the Bleu Blood he so very is.
he's about a bleu d'auvergne. or at least smells a lot like it.
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