Thursday, August 07, 2008
2040--Republican President For Life.
Congress dissolved. Martial Law.
-I like it that the waiters have numbers.
-We’re always improving things.
-Hey 67! Here! Take this mess back to the chef. And don’t gobble it up
on the way! They really got a crop of asshole waiters here, but that confused sonabitch takes the cake!
-Former professor, MIT. Spared in the last purge and put to honest work.
-Jesus Fuckin Christ! The cream of the bourgeois and brought this low. Ah what the fuck, if he doesn’t screw up my redo, I’ll throw him a quarter. We got any tapes of old NEEEE-groes being grateful that I can show him? Thank you Boss! Oh my! thank you Boss! God bless you! You de bestest Massa!
-These bastards don’t say anything. Just go around with faces like mud turtles.
-Instead of being grateful they were made a part of The Capitalistic Revolution!
-Yeah! The part that goes up the ass!
-You’re hilarious. Nobody knows how truly funny you are.
Congress dissolved. Martial Law.
-I like it that the waiters have numbers.
-We’re always improving things.
-Hey 67! Here! Take this mess back to the chef. And don’t gobble it up
on the way! They really got a crop of asshole waiters here, but that confused sonabitch takes the cake!
-Former professor, MIT. Spared in the last purge and put to honest work.
-Jesus Fuckin Christ! The cream of the bourgeois and brought this low. Ah what the fuck, if he doesn’t screw up my redo, I’ll throw him a quarter. We got any tapes of old NEEEE-groes being grateful that I can show him? Thank you Boss! Oh my! thank you Boss! God bless you! You de bestest Massa!
-These bastards don’t say anything. Just go around with faces like mud turtles.
-Instead of being grateful they were made a part of The Capitalistic Revolution!
-Yeah! The part that goes up the ass!
-You’re hilarious. Nobody knows how truly funny you are.
