People ask me all the time, "Old Knudsen just what do you do for a living?" so I tell them and then I kill them. Classified information you see.
Just this week I was in the mountains of Pakistan, I was hired by 'The Company' to hunt doon a top IRA terrorist who was linking up with Osama to kill innocent people in the name of their agenda ridden religion.
Yes I did hear what that pope cunt said about fossil fuels, to quote "If you burn fossil fuels you will burn in Hell with those who have had abortions and divorces."
I don't trust any Nazi who refuses to wear a condom and supports pedos.
So anyway I was dropped off by helicopter and had to yomp 20 miles to my ambush point, there was a change to the enemies' plans so I had to go 2 extra days without rations living off my own spunk and snotters.
I saw them driving up, two raghead guards and Sean O'Malley a top IRA commander.
For this job I went slightly old school and used a Barrett light 50 M82A1, I tore those fuckers apart and stopped their Jeep dead so to speak.
For those with weak stomachs do not look at the next picture, war is hell but me rent was due.
I'm not proud of what I do, ah fuck that of course I'm proud otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it.
I'm changing over my Interweb access to something else so excuse the fuck out of me if I don't fucking blog, also I have a back log of terrorists to kill. The Israelis want me to bust a cap (sniper talk) into the Hezbollah cunts they swapped for the two dead bodies, my pleasure I said.
I can strip and assemble a L1A1 SLR (no not a camera) with my eyes closed but all this computery stuff is beyond me, still you won't be finding YouTubes here, I'll leave that to the lesser bloggers, now I'm off to watch a couple of Youtubes.
Friday 18 July 2008
The Art Of War
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Labels: Al Qaeda fuck goats, IRA
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7 comments:
So you gave them a blow-job?
Yay, first, by the way ...
mago! *snickering* well done, knudsen! some sharp shooting, sir! xoxo
That Fenian looks like he's had one too many Irish whiskeys.
Green is the only colour that goes with a ginger beard. That one outfit he wears over and over again must stink something fierce.
Why go by the mile when you can use 'clicks' instead?
The Horror! The Horror!
Ach you people I just did the world a favour as those Irish breed like um Irish.
Angela saw this story on the TV news. They called it a tragedy. Apparently some maniac in a tweed derby cap* had executed a leprechaun, GI Joe, and Ken (the one in the chef's hat) with a .22 sniper rifle. Crack was found at the scene. Apparently the group was on their way to Barbies house for group sex. Look how happy the leprechaun is (was). He was really looking forward to it.
* apparently in Scotland these are called 'bunnets' though in western Canada they are known as 'Foreskin Caps'.
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