That Time I Was Nearly Raped by a Nazi during my sojourn to Ireland
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Dude, that fucking thing was huge. Like, WTF?
So there I was[edit | edit source]
river dancing my way across the Emerald Isle, doing my St Patrick's Day thing with the Potato shit and The Troubles, right? like, Leprachaun badass shit,
and this fucking Nazi[edit | edit source]
bursts out of the fucking bog, musk all over the place, and instead of going for the Jews, he makes a Fuhrerline straight for me -- like WTF?
so I pulled out my[edit | edit source]
knife and cut the shit out of his 21st Century Nazi policies, and then he tried to rape me! WTF?
I barely got away with a major sinistral external abrasion and a severed brachialis radial.
No, seriously.[edit | edit source]
He nearly fucking raped me.