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          • October 24, 2009 6:12 pm

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            Tribe of Ukrainian Fighting Women

            …an unusual and tough group of 150 Ukrainian women who call themselves “Asgarda.” These women live in the Carpathian Mountains and follow a rigorous routine of fighting and boxing, often with medieval weaponry.

            and my fighter jet is disabled, flying home from a top secret mission and I have to ditch over said mountians. Barely alive the Asgarda band finds me and nurses me back to health… just so they can kick the holy living shit out of me for the rest of my days. I die a crippled yet happy father of 713 children at the age of 68.

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