Reactions to their graffiti were mixed. Chen wished his cat looked more realistic. Kwan wished he knew what the fuck he had painted. Chang wished his pig hadn't told him to shoot his friends.

"My old man wants me to get a real job playing WoW or something. says I'm wasting my life, sitting around in the military all day."

"Southwest Airlines. Clothing the homeless."

"Anyone remember what happened last night?"
"Fuck if I know, I think something about porking a huge pussy, but after that it's a blur"

"Yeah, okay, so they managed to sneak in and tag the wall while we were sleeping. Big deal. The point is, I totally caught you two spooning."

The chinese governments attempt to "modernize" the great wall was complete.

"Look, I don't care how much they pay me. I'm not wasting another night guarding these fucking trees."

It had been a long and stressful night, so the Colonel leaned back and let whiskers the masseuse do his job.

Kicked out of their houses for getting drunk on Valentine's Day, the 3 men brooded on why none of their children has birthdays in November.

This Valentine's Day was the best start ever in history. Only 3 men were kicked out of their homes before 10am.

It is hard to say, if it was the absence of music and dialogue, the five hour long first act, or the militarist costumes, but to the dismay of Andrew Lloyd Weber, the Zen Buddhist version of his hit musical "Cats" has proven to be an utter disappoint

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