To your left you will see a member of the master race. You can tell by the piercing blue-eyed gaze, the high cheekbones, thick golden locks, firm and resolute jaw, and... Oh, jeez, I can't do this with a straight face.
Anyhow, apparently this walking doctoral dissertation in phrenology and seven of his troglodyte buddies pooled their beer money and got an actual real live girl to travel down to Bayou Country from Oklahoma, apparently for the purposes of joining their Koven or Klavern or Klubhowse or whatever the hell it's called. There was some sort of argument in paradise, however, and the would-be Brunhilde decided she didn't want to play their reindeer games anymore, and Chuck Foster (who would be the protosimian in the picture) kind of, you know, killed her.
Too bad your girlfriend thing didn't work out, Chuck. Maybe you'll have better luck in romance when you get where you're headed.
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I think that guy might have benefited from some race mixing in his family tree, honestly. Or, for that matter, branches.
Another hot one off the market.
Damn.
Phlegmmy wins the internets! :D
I shouldn't have read this before that first cup of coffee. I'm gonna be ill.
"To your left you will see a member of the master race. You can tell by the piercing blue-eyed gaze, the high cheekbones, thick golden locks, firm and resolute jaw, and..."
Hmm. That's odd. That's not a photo of you, Tam.
Well, with his new title of 'Prison Bitch' I'm sure he'll get all the lovin' he could ever want and then some!
Actually, Ms. F, wouldn't that be eight off the market for you?
Meanwhile I can't even get a date for a cup of coffee...
That guy probably won't be able to get laid in prison.
No relation, honest. Chuck? Not in an Irish family.
The friggin' Stewarts ran out on us at the Boyne and we paid for it for the next dozen generations.
WEW HEW!
I'm a winner!
With just one arm and one leg, it must be tiresome for Nathan Bedford Forrest to roll over in his grave.
Hopefully he will get life without parole and his room mate will be shall we say well hung.
There's plenty of the master race where he's going. Hope they enjoy each others' company.
Joe
where he is going he will no doubt find the odd moment to reflect on the fruits of his exploits.
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