How The Heck Did I…
…manage to get a mosquito bite right in the top of my ass crack?
Man, that bugs me. Kinda like watching Paula Zahn force herself to give a eulogy on-air for Pat Tillman…hearing his name fouled by coming out of her filthy, libwhore cock receptacle. She looked like she’d been paid good money to eat a turd…smiling as hard as she could, with hatred behind her eyes.
What’s worse, having fingertips that smell like ass, or watching some commie mannequin read a teleprompter like an organ grinder’s monkey smiles falsely for it’s coin?
Pat, God Bless you, bud. Go into the light. It was your job to die, and I hope you did it well, and took some of the goat fuckers with you.
I had to pull off the road this morning when Rush was delivering his eulogy. I couldn’t see for some reason.
Hey, GW, are you doing the right thing for our guys? You better be, motherfucker, or I swear, Christ Himself will gut you first when He comes back with the sword in His mouth.
Dang, this sucker itches…