"Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?"

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O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain.

— Mark Twain