Republicus
"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)
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lol I noted fatso, too.
Well, I guess it's about as easy to find a fatman in a city full of ectomorphs as it is to find a six-foot-plus Arab (UBL) on a mountain.
...Or maybe he IS an easy target and is now on his honeymoon with 70 virgins.
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