One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.

Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.

Knows the lyrics to "Bron-yr-Aur".

[center]Bye guys[/center]

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