Hi. You’re going to call off your rigorous investigation. You’re going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or… these guys are going to take your balls. They’re going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not… fuck with us.
Hi. You’re going to call off your rigorous investigation. You’re going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or… these guys are going to take your balls. They’re going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not… fuck with us.
His name was Robert Paulson.
“One can make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. If one were so inclined…”
Ah the old anarchists cookbook. I’ll never yell ‘oops run!’ that loud again.
“his balls are ice-cold…”
did you enjoy yourself?
Meatloaf sure did
Are we sure it’s ok to talk about…this?