Avant garde, no?

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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