December 2012 in Review


"I want my guns!"


"And I want to live to see my seventh birthday, douchebag."


"We need our guns to defend our precious property! Sorry, kid."


"We wouldn't have this problem if we allowed Jesus in the classroom."

"We're on it!"


"Oy vey! Maybe I should just destroy the world and start over."

"Told you so!"

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