When you stop using your eyes, you fall down the stairs.
Ha. Ha. Should have broken her neck, the cuntrat.
The title song of our hitlist is dedicated to all those funny cuntrats
that we met along the years.
The Nadines, The Jumbos, The Bobcunts, the lot.
You are all beautiful creatures, you know that.
You are also the amoebas that fucking hopefully already got aids and died,
or will do shortly.
We will send you flowers. You whoreborn biscuits.
You can navigate throughout the page using those fancy drop-down menus
and the like.
You can fucking do what you want, we don’t care much. But don’t send us emails. Ok?
E.C. Netherlands Division