Who wants to fucking shoot birds all day?

Of course, I was drunk, but that had nothing to do with it. I had to be drunk to get into a jeep with that crazed cunt Armstrong. This bitch has her head up her ass, which is no way to drive. The secret service was pissing themselves. At least it smelled like it. But shooting birds, good fucking christ, who the fuck wants to shoot a bird? I want meat. I want man meat. And I got me some. Poor stupid Harry got in the way. I was aiming at Cuntstrong, but old Leatherface ducked at the last second and Harry jumps up in front of her. What a putz. That shitcan is so retarded he didn't even know he'd been hit until the red lights on the ambulance got his attention. Can you believe Armfuck asks me if i want to go in the ambulance with Harry? What a dipshit. Harry Fucking Who, I say. That wad of gum is dead. Forget him. Give me another drink. Maybe I'll have the other half of that beer from lunch. HA. I can tell 'em anything. what're they gonna say? Call me a liar? Not after last weekend.