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Something tells me arab would be in favor for a chair suicide bomb mission, setting the time on your bomb vest then wheeling yourself at full speed at the stage he is karaoke singing black velvet at.



Suicide Chair Mission? Not bad, but I am not the one to do it. I want to survive so I can have a 3-1/2 year trial with nightly Court TV coverage so the focus shifts to things like Wankus' upbringing, thus serving as a cautionary tale to seemingly upright Parents around the country who think they have given their children everything they need to become contributors to society. Think Again, ye generation of Flower Power and Studio 54...

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I'm in favor of anything that will stop Wankus from inflicting himself on the world. The same goes for Da Burglar and the endless references to his handicapable self. Both of them dying in a firey explosion and a chain reaction of silicon cheekbones, tits and lips lighting Vegas like a Christmas tree would warm my heart. If you can figure out an excuse for JRV to part himself from his house-hubby duties and draw him closer to the flames and I might bankroll the whole thing like Saddam reveling over a dead Jew.



You've never been to the Special Olympics have you Arab?

No, nothing funny here...



Why don't you bankroll hiring one of Hosni Mubarak's former 22 year old mistresses to escort Firewall to AVN, have her strap a bomb to his wheelchair then push him into the KSEX booth when Jenna make's her obligatory 34 second I-can't-believe-I-have-to-pretend-to-like-this-stale-cheeseball photo op with Wankus. I will handle JRV being there by flirting with Padova and wheeling her around on my lap, cleverly leading JRV over to the booth for the blast. If Gen isn't amenable to giving me a Gag Factor-esque blowjob, I will toss her into the booth just as Firewall hits it. Then I am coming after you...and I don't look like Firewall.
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