Awwww, little wife jokes. My wife wouldn't stoop down to even think of a sexual thought with little sand biitches. She'd rather do to you what your kind does to Americans. I see what you're doing now, Dicck Dune, whereas your kind straps bombs to their fuccing chests to kill each other and other people, you're trying your best to kill us with stupidity. Now tell that ox that you call Mom to stop bugging me about child support. If the biitch would've given me a son instead of you, she might get my loot.

By the way, you asked the negative reps yourself. So why you mad? Later, QD.