Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Dialog…somewhat
-The Vaginal-Probe,
Fuck-Leroy-and-José
Party keeps a-wonderin’ how
it lost.
-Oh yeah? Well I’m one of
‘em. You see
that hill out there?
-Could hardly miss.
-Well when waves of Josés and
Leroys
start comin’ down it…!
-Waves of Josés has a ring.
-They’ll hear something like.
-Wave of women proceeding
too?
-Probably. Some ones
resembling ‘em anyways.
Biologically.
-Wow! That last word! Six
syllables!
-Keep underrating us!
-That wouldn’t be possible.
Uh, will I…
taste lead too?
-If you’re in the last wave.
Liberals, Democrats,
Communists, Socialists.
-You left out professors.
-Same thing. And hey, for the
spicks and blacks,
AK47’ll do just fine. For you
and fellow pansies:
rocket launcher!
-Ouchie! But un-itch your
finger. I won’t climb the ramparts to augment, or advance with, any of my
types. Too soft-headed. They keep losing their keys, and the
war won’t wait for hysterical searches!
-Stay on the sidelines then!
-I’m seeing wonders from
here!
Labels: black, guns, Hispanic, Left, paranoid, Paranoid Right
