The drugs today aren’t nearly depraved enough for this particular odyssey. Writing has gone the way of birds eating filet mignons at The Palm, as cloud-faced lollyloos saunter meaninglessly through the death-throes of capitalistic political correctness. (Try to keep up, numbnuts.) Someone get me a damn glass of whiskey before I jet outta my nuthouse in your corporate black Trans-AM. Like Burt Reynolds. Yeah. The Bandit. Awaiting more articles. This IBM Selectric is ausuxxxxxhxxxxxx-
Best of luck,
Thanks for making your server password so simple – “poon” was our second guess.
PS – Our first guess was “Dipshits”
Finally. No worries.
Alfred E. Neumann
We haven’t forgotten about that dog.
We have a little saying where I come from: “Sex sells.”
Interested in any Donald Trump material?
You may be interested in a little piece of mine called “True Facts.”
Ch-ch-check it out!
– Fat Jew
Let me be clear – you were not missed.
-President Barack Obama