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“I hate seaguls!”
Not all the time , naturaly. When they flap on the clouds like white paper,
or float silently on the shiny water and look like beautyful rubber beach toys made of plastic, then they are a natural part of the image of summer and you don`t think about them, neither with hate or love.
But, when they open their jaws and scream like ill souls you can see all the way down to their bloody shamless entrails.
If a seagul gets it`s beak on a fishhead or an intestine or some other filhiness and takes off with this in it`s beak, then them other seaguls throw themselves at her and just wants wants wants , the result is offcourse that the filth fell down in the watrer and sinks and noone gets any pleasure from it.
seaguls just doesnt have public spirit
they only wants, wants wants
I dont even dear to think about who they would have voted for if they had such rights.
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If you now have read the intro , you realize that we are a small gathering or sub-cult (just kidding) of up-tight and bitre seagul-haters. That is the main reason of the clan name, wich is J.H.M. : Jeg hater måker! (I hate seaguls). If you by any chance suffer
from the same disease as we do , and badly wants to join our clan just to demonstrate against those little vermins, contact :
drasus@hotmail.com or general_gjermund@hotmail.com
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