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Jihad on You!
Sent: Wednesday, April 9, 2003 3:26 PM
Mark: Mr. Hamby, you must disarm.
Brian: I stand like a rock in the sand that cannot be moved, Camel Spit American Infidel.
Mark: We will fight you wherever there is sky, land, and water on the Earth.
Brian: And Allah will make the sky solid, the land quicksand, and the water will turn to impassable extra virgin olive oil, you veiled pork eating sex machine.
Mark: You lie with the unclean whores of Newark.
Brian: The spewing satan hatred that travels in your mouth cleanses the ground of your fallen comrades, Oil Eating Preposterous Reality TV Loving Tree Hugger.
Mark: In the unlikely event that you bathe, you leave the ring of tyranical filth around the tub of spiritual purity.
Brian: Jihad on you! Jihad on you! You now get Jihad on you!
Mark: Double Jihad on you! No comebacks!
Shut up, American devil.
Mark: I'll shove a red hot jihad up your ass and you'll become the new Minister of Inflamation.
Brian: Ain't my bag, Dad.
Mark: Now, that was lame.
Brian: I'm saving the good ones