Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Heeeeeeeeere's Fredo!

Yessirree, that's our esteemed Chuckie Cheese Attorney Generalissimo in disguise as exactly what the fuck he is. A big old stale piece of fucking toast. Over and out, you useless piece of shitfuck. Well, that's not fair, actually. Fredo did a heck of a job turning the hilariously named "Justice" department into a drooling cesspool of out of control Roveniks. It just would have helped if he could have at least pretended to know his job was supposed to be, so it wouldn't have been so fucking obvious that we were loading the place with chuck steak. Did you see him testifying in Congress? Oh. My. God. The man couldn't put two lies together to save his little brown life. Unlike, forinstance, the entire rest of the fucking staff.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Oh, Leona babe, come back to me

Shit, I loved that bitch. She was just the fucking best. Look at that face. Did she care what the fuck anybody thought about her? Did she give a shit about those fucking morons trying to grab her saggy little tits? I don't fucking think so. She was pure HATE, man, and that's what I loved about her. She and I could fuck for hours and never come. It was a fucking contest, man, and she was a fucking winner. Here's to you, Big L. See you in hell, honey.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Oh, Karl, come on. Quit fucking around.

Look, I liked Karl, I really did. I mean, I do. I do like Karl Rove. Not did. Karl has done a lot of great things. He really has. I love the guy. Not in a fag way, but like in a manly way. I loved that fucking guy. Yes, yes, I know, he's not dead. Not exactly. Don't you think that was weird? How like just one day, he says Goodbye, I'm leaving in two weeks. Like he was the shipping manager or something. Did he fucking talk to somebody about this? He didn't as fuck talk to me, I'll tell you that.Do you know how I know he didn't talk to me about it? Because if he had I would have said to him ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? I would have said, QUIT NOW???? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK. That's how I know he didn't tell me. Because I didn't say any of that. This is one of my favorite pictures of Karl. I don't know. He just seems so vulnerable here. No?
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