All of my stars are for the beard.

All of my stars are for Boge, who if I saw him on the street "Gun Video Filmer" would be one of the first professions I guessed for him.

Bodge. Boage. Bogue. Boaj. Boh'j. Boaghdj.

The Govermint, after seeing the flag waving in clan Gunblast's yard, decided that day that yes, they WOULD take it.

They loaded some black helicopters with sonic shitcannons and sprayed the entire Gunblast compound with high intensity sonic bombardments, causing all in the clan, young and old, to shit their pants and vomit profusely. Then the Govermint came in and they took the guns... Tiny Tim, just recovering from an AR-15 wound to his knee, sprung free from his crutches and declared, "Merry Christmas, one and all!" And indeed, a Merry Christmas was had, and a good night too.

The End.

Nothing makes me feel the holiday spirit quite like rednecks and machine guns.

Greg, C'mon in here, Greg, you goddamned city slicker pussywillow.

Here's the fat guy, (he's good with computers) and here's the guy that graduated highschool and wears glasses (he's good at math)