Condo at the fucking keyboard

Now I don't know about you but if my whole fucking world was falling down around my useless fucking ears, I wouldn't be wasting my time playing the fucking piano with a fucking slant. Yo Yo Ma Ma or whoever the fuck this is is not the new president of Iraq where she should be spending her time, right?
For some reason, Condo has decided not to do everything I tell her. WTF. How the fuck does she think she got her job? Merit? Looks? As fucking if. She serves at my pleasure, as Rumsfuck keeps saying. Except he pretends he's talking about the Moron in Chief. So, listen, honeychile, you better git with the program. MY program. And stay off the fucking piano.