I was only able to watch about half of that. The bird was awesome, but after a minute of that song I wanted to pour boiling oil into my ears to end the suffering.
If it means they will burn me at the stake before I have to listen to any more of that god-awful music, yes, I blaspheme. If it will help speed up the process, I can also defecate on the holy icons of the family Smith.
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I was only able to watch about half of that. The bird was awesome, but after a minute of that song I wanted to pour boiling oil into my ears to end the suffering.
You dare blaspheme against the Smith family?
If it means they will burn me at the stake before I have to listen to any more of that god-awful music, yes, I blaspheme. If it will help speed up the process, I can also defecate on the holy icons of the family Smith.
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