And commas rule.
Commies?
And commas rule.
Commies?
What? Commies? Where? *pulls out guns*
And commas rule.
Commies?
What? Commies? Where? *pulls out guns*
Easy boy, easy! The day commies trespass on my lawn is the day I dye... red!
no green.
If commies are comin I'm dyin red and naming my son Josef or Lenin, depending on that if they're strict or liberal commies.