I somehow gathered myself a small insurgent army of Islamic freedom fighters and Secret Service renegades, and led them on a hunt for President Bush across Kuurinniitty, where I live. We rode camels and kangaroos that we took from the president's stables in his manor here, after shooting the agents guarding them, who were dressed as Arabs. We also took their Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine guns. I remember this clearly. Then there was a BBC reporter who explained that I was a Swede who had managed to unite Shi'ites, Sunnis and Americans against a common enemy.
I do not know if this means something, and if it does, I do not know if I want to know. Perhaps I am destined for leadership of the Al-Qaeda Kangaroo Cavalry. I'm not even sure if it's possible to ride kangaroos. Probably not.
nitessine, here, qwp and so on.