Oh my! Ze Germans are coming... slowly.
Kyle Chapman (a friendly fellow, to be sure) threw down the other day after Darp got all up in his craw with some f to the facts inre: young Kyle and his dastardly National Front.
Anyway, Kyle wasn't too impressed. 24 hours to remove the post, before everyone involved started coppin' it sweet. Or something. I don't even know what that means.
Anyway, they were going to start with W, and work their way back to the start of the alphabet.
Am I an S or a C?
Anyway, the NZNF are looking for the goods on all the anti-nazi smartarses, and as the author of much of the Patriotik Yoof Spoof this probably includes me.
So... now, for your edification, I present... THE GOODS ON CAM SEXENHEIMER.
Warning! This shocking expose is so shocking, you may just be shocked!
SHOCKED!
I use drugs. And lots of them!
I'm a sexual deviant.
I curse.
I blaspheme.
I post posters on walls - irregardless of the legality of same.
Oh my! I feel a little faint. WHO IS THIS MONSTER? And what has he done with that dear sweet boy who we used to watch prance through the dandelions on warm summer days - feeding apples to deers and foiling diamond smugglers on Skull Island?
When I look into the eyes of this... this Sexenheimer creature... I don't see the eyes of that little boy staring back at me... I see nothing but ice. Ice and coal. And some sort of flat bread... I don't know, like a middle easterny kind of bread thing.
What the fuck?
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