It makes you want to just get out there yourself and fucking murder Bin Laden. I live in england and I was at school when it happened. I was ill and my nanna came and picked me up, I was only about eight or nine. She told me that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers, and by the time we got back home the other one was down too. It just makes you want to cry and yell "I WANT TO FUCKING KILL ASAMA BIN LADEN THE LITTLE FUCKING RETARD" at the same time, doesn't it?
It makes you want to just get out there yourself and fucking murder Bin Laden. I live in england and I was at school when it happened. I was ill and my nanna came and picked me up, I was only about eight or nine. She told me that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers, and by the time we got back home the other one was down too. It just makes you want to cry and yell "I WANT TO FUCKING KILL ASAMA BIN LADEN THE LITTLE FUCKING RETARD" at the same time, doesn't it?