From back when CBS was still somewhat of a news organization

I’d be good with a firing squad too, especially if I can be on it.

Only sounds I heard were queef noises, as two cunts talked to each other.

Oh to be able to set up a couple of claymores in that room.

According to my old drill sergeant, the Z-Monster is about to get him!

He probably has an after-market, tacti-cool, flash suppressor with something designed to break glass, and he finally gets to use it.
Fucking douche-canoe.

And I’m good with that.