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Country: United States
Metro: Omaha
Birthday: 8/26/1973
Gender: Male
Interests: Not robots.
Not pirates.
Eating meat.
Playa hating.
The occasional fetus.
Expertise: Playa hating.
The culinary arts of cooking babies (I prefer mine fried).
Occupation: Legal
Industry: Textiles
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/6/2004
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| Will the Bloody Baron ever be crowned?
The Emperor is to be Wed on the Fifteenth day of July, 2006.
I got my invite, did you?
If so, we celebrate our mighty Emperor and our love for meat on this day of such Holy rejoice!
At any rate, I'm working on a little RAVO get together for the summer.
I'm thinking a concert of sorts, for funds. After which, we'll spend
the night feasting on the flesh of animals and drinking. Drinking and
drinking, and more drinking. Followed by more meat.
More details on this as they're developed.
Lovins'!
Darth Fucking Kaleb
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| Metal is the official music of RAVO. You must listen to metal while eating meat at official RAVO functions.
Everyone, pitch in your vote, and a short explanation as to who and why they should be the 1st Bloody Baron. Tell as many RAVO members are you can to get on here and vote.
(Yes, I'm actually going to count them.)
The next official RAVO outing will be the Coronation of the Bloody Baron. No official date is set yet, so get voting. Myself, and the Supreme Allied Commander will be there.........the coronation CAN NOT take place without both of these key members present. So get voting.
After the voting is finished, the Supreme Allied Commander and I will confer with eachother and decide who will be the 1st Bloody Baron, based on numbers, persuasive reasons presented with each vote, and mine and Sean's own biased opinions.
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| Ok, so I totally figured it out. I know what makes vegans tick.
They all have brain cancer.
Think about it.....why else would any red-blooded human NOT want to consume creatures smaller, dumber, and weaker than them? They're all clinically ill.......each one with a massive brain tumor pinching off the air supply to the area of their cerebrum that supports logical reasoning. Vegans are sick, sick people. They deserve our pity, not our hatred and malice (but if you still wanna hate them, that's cool too).
Just promise me this.......later on in life, if you're going about your business one day and you hear air-raid sirens, you get into that bomb shelter, and make sure you lock as many vegans as you can outside. This is an act of mercy, I assure you. God will understand. Then, when the bomb hits, and if it's radioactive, the massive burst of radiation SHOULD kill the brain tumor microseconds before it incinerates their brain. This is somewhat like the process of radiation therapy in terminal cancer patients. Hopefully, if successful, this once sick, sick person who used to be proud to call themselves a "vegan", will once again experience an intense, pure, and beautiful urge for a bologna sandwich, in the last few fleeting incomprehensible seconds of their life.
Now wouldn't that make you feel nice? | | |
| I'm going to put some whisperings in the air, today. The Emperor has an incredibly busy life, what with finishing up his associates degree, working constantly, and saving money for a wedding. This puts him at an extreme disadvantage, being the head of a fine organization such as this, and frankly being the sole decision maker. I've decided that after I clear this idea with our Supreme Allied Commander, we're going to place one person in our ranks in an exalted position of power, so that RAVO can function autonomously without my input, if need be. This person would be the ultimate authority, under myself and the Supreme Allied Commander. I'm toying with the name "The Bloody Baron".........
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