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"Foolish young Jedi! What kind of madman are you, who dares to violate my final resting place! Your fascination with the Dark-Side things will lead you into grave trouble."

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

"I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town,
Dirty old town..."
- The Pogues

Long live Ireland!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Awaken!

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The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Faith rarelly calls up on us in the moment of our choosing!

My software never has bugs,it merely develops random featurs.

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

Faith rarelly calls up on us in the moment of our choosing!

Awaken!

Faith rarelly calls up on us in the moment of our choosing!

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.