Posted on 01/25/2013 6:29:30 AM PST by Eleutheria5
It's today. He's got a giant s@#$-flavored cake in heck, with 1,400 some-odd sticks of dynamite for candles, exploding just for him. All I got for Mad Mo's B'day was to listen to some Imam saying something or other in Arabic over a loudspeaker. You, however, get to make fun all weekend. Have a blast.
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This is Robert Burns’ birthday, the Scottish national bard and a much more significant contributor to world culture than that child-raping, drunken, murderous, illegitimate scumbag of a do-called prophet, piss be upon him.
I will eat a big BBQ pulled pork sandwich for lunch and fart in the Direction of Mecca.
So how about a Burns poetic parody of Mohammed:
My luve she is a red, red rose
Since I beat her like a loon
My luve she is a melody
That’s I have brought to ruin
My honour made me do it, ‘cause
She went and burnt the stew
To punish me for murdering
Her friend, a neighbor Jooo!
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