Awl roight, awl roight, oi'll hinsult ye, sints no one else kin muster hup thee energy t'do hit. Yer moinde's unhinged, ye be a roight payne, an yer crewe still tryin ter frayme ye fer lock-hup.
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin