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Picture this: much of Europe is under the yoke of a homicidal totalitarian dictatorship, entire nations' armies have been crushed and their populations as good as enslaved. Asia is currently being overrun by a similarly brutal regime. You have been attacked on the underhanded manner and have now been driven to fight a war on two fronts. The scale of this war is unprecedented in history. Young men are dying in every corner of the globe. The extreme costs of such an enterprise are putting a great burden on the nation's reserves. The public is being encouraged to purchase war bonds to aid the war effort, which may continue for many years.

So you stop and you ask yourself, just what is it that we fighting for? Just why should I buy war bonds?

The answer?


Huh? A f*cking lamb in a bow with a laurel wreath on its head, and a flower tucked behind its ear? WTF?!?!?


This is the best that she could think of?
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Megan said…
oh, but wouldn't you go to war for the little baby lamb, with the flower and all those nice white fluffy clouds?

I agree...wtf?
18 March 2008 at 06:36
Kris McCracken said…
To be totally frank, I can think of better reasons to risk my life.

And I like lambs, especially roasted with rosemary.
18 March 2008 at 07:37
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