Thursday, April 09, 2009
Rocco and the Irishman
-Hey Ticky Toole! Our Irishman! Harp from Harrowgate.
Shanty Irish: Shit in the bed and kick it out!
-Faith and fuckin begorra, Wop!
-How are all the Reagan Democrats and other traitors?
-Hey, give us a break! The hippies were queering our sons so
we opted for the union busters. Made common cause with
John Birch Society.
-How'd that work out?
-Like any con. But Republicans threw in the sponge this time.
Nothing left to steal, I guess.
-You learn anything?
-No. Too thick. Even thicker than you ghinnies.
-Sorry. We lead that index hands down. And we display it!
No seething like cold Harps. How could any woman
marry you icebergs?
-They never learn neither! Well, skipping such happy
horseshit, how about Conservatives now that I aren’t one?
-My old, enduring image is of a dog eating its tail.
-And now that they're out?
-Rabid!
Rocco takes on everyone in the non-PC environs of South Philadelphia
-Hey Ticky Toole! Our Irishman! Harp from Harrowgate.
Shanty Irish: Shit in the bed and kick it out!
-Faith and fuckin begorra, Wop!
-How are all the Reagan Democrats and other traitors?
-Hey, give us a break! The hippies were queering our sons so
we opted for the union busters. Made common cause with
John Birch Society.
-How'd that work out?
-Like any con. But Republicans threw in the sponge this time.
Nothing left to steal, I guess.
-You learn anything?
-No. Too thick. Even thicker than you ghinnies.
-Sorry. We lead that index hands down. And we display it!
No seething like cold Harps. How could any woman
marry you icebergs?
-They never learn neither! Well, skipping such happy
horseshit, how about Conservatives now that I aren’t one?
-My old, enduring image is of a dog eating its tail.
-And now that they're out?
-Rabid!
Rocco takes on everyone in the non-PC environs of South Philadelphia
