Little Kooni,
As usual, you keep rambling and not making any sense.
What is with this stamp of Hebrew writing with the face of Adolph in the middle and the words “Heil X?” Again, this makes no sense. You say X is pro-Jews and Israel, but then you say “Heil X” and draw him to be the furor. How can he be pro-Jewish and an anti-Semitic Nazi at the same time? These are contradictory. You’re such a dumb-ass. At least attempt to think about what you want to say first before you open your mouth next time, dool jendeh. Make up your mind about what you are trying to say first, before you shoot off that dool-garage you call a mouth.
As for your new poster of me, I like it a lot. Finally, I made the “hot super model” photo shoot. It’s very exciting.
It’s funny how my avatar keeps finding its way on everything you draw these days. Why is that so? Is the image of the Derafsh buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurnt permanently on your reptilian brain? Is it all you can think about? Does it anguish and torment you the same way that it does every other Taazi? Does it keep you from getting any sleep at night? Does it haunt you? Good! That’s what it was made for: to haunt Taazis.
You got it right with the word “hot” buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurning like that above my avatar. I am hot, and my Derafsh is even hotter. It is scolding hot, and ready to buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn you again and again. I have a branding iron in the same shape, and I use it to brand my cattle and Bache Koonis. Come here and bring your koon so that I can buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn my symbol on it. Everyone must know to whom your koon belongs.
Description: That’s me with the cowboy hat. Do you like my ranch? On the ground, the Koon Bache has assumed his usual position with his paws tied up. He is receiving his daily dose of buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurning, and will have the Derafsh branded on his sorry koon.
Pssssssssssssssssssssssttttttttttttttttt. That’s the sound of my hot Derafsh meeting your fleshy koon. The smell of fresh burnt Koon Bache flesh is in the air. Bah Bah!
As far as the “Hot IPC Whispers,” don’t worry about that. The whispers are normal, and they are coming from the dog whisperer that I hired to properly train your annoying ass. How’s that going by the way? You’re not confusing his whispers for propositions, are you? I know, I know, by reflex you always think that anyone that whispers at you is making advances at your koon, and you roll over and present that koon of yours willingly. However, please try to fight the urge to present that koon to Caesar. He has a job to do, and it sure as hell isn’t to bang your koon. Listen to his whispers, and stop being such a kooni for once. Remember, he is your last chance before euthanasia.
I am Dariush the Great King, King of Kings, King of countries containing all kinds of men, King in this great earth far and wide, son of Hystaspes, an Achaemenian, a Persian, son of a Persian, an Aryan, having Aryan lineage
Naqshe Rostam