I am a Krauter, pure and true.
You Kraut for me, I Kraut for you.
I Kraut in Winter, Summer, Fall and Spring.
I’d even Kraut without a tasty chicken wing
(though I’d rather not have to).
I Kraut in Morning, Aft and Eve.
I’d Kraut my way to the count of threeve.
Oh please my liege, don’t be sad.
My monkey mediation skills aren’t all bad.
I know my place is at your right hand.
Extolling the cabbage and scouring the land,
For poo-flinging stories and monkey hating man.
And, barring that, then making you flan.
For I am a Krauter, pure and true.
We raid their site and shout holly-hoo!
We’ll swing our flails and crack a skull or two.
And we’ll rattle our sabers until this war is through.
DEATH TO THE INFIDELS! JIHAD! TO ARMS MY BROTHERS! TO ARMS!
Now…who knows how to make flan?� Anyone?
Standing O LB
Is this the new Kranthem?
I CAN’T FIGURE OUT THEW GODDAMNED SPACING! FUCKING HTML!
BOOBIES!
I declare a mothrafatwa
Yikes! Result #10: Listen to Pure Fucking True Norwegian Nazi Apokalyptic Ocultistic Black Like Satans Ass Metal From Land Of The Vikings radio. Free Pure Fucking True …
(ThIS should do wonders for FK’s SEO & branding.)
You can post any pictures you want at the Free Kraut tailgate party.