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09/27/11(Tue)08:03 No.4408571>>4408537
I LOL'D HARD
The reply was a stream of invective and vulgar rhymes, parodying the Sultan's titles:
Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan !
Thou art a turkish imp, the damned devil's brother and friend, and a
secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight art thou
that cannot slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and
your army eats. Thou son of a bitch wilt not ever make subjects of
Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will
battle with thee, fuck thy mother.
Thou art the Babylonian
scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of
Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig,
Podolian villain, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of
all the world and underworld, a fool before our God, a grandson of the
Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse,
slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. Thou wilt not even be herding
Christian pigs. Now we shall conclude, for we don't know the date and
don't have a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year in the book, the
day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse! |
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