Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Rudy Giuliani, "dead" in Boca Raton

Fuck, I was looking forward to working with Ole Rude. He was, you will note, the only candidate to suggest he might have me be his running mate. Can you fucking imagine the look on all those faces if I showed up as Vice again? I might even leave my undisclosed location to see that. Looks like the weasel McCain is on the rise. I never trusted that fucking little runt. All those years in that Nam POW camp have twisted him to being what's that word, oh yeah, compassionate. Fuck that. And anti-torture. What's up with that? How the fuck are we supposed to get anything done? Aw, shit, it doesn't matter. Like there's going to be an actual fucking election anyway.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Oh, baby, baby, you can peck my eyes out any day

Oh man did you see that Suzanne Fucking Pleshette in the Birds? Was she fucking hot or what? Shit, I LOVED that bitch. Pretending to be all over that Rod Taylor fag whatever but you knew she still wanted to fuck his brains out but had to stay there with those fucking whining brats while Melanie's mother runs off with the goods. So what's she gonna do but smoke herself to death? Cool. Suzanne, honey, you the man. Specially with that fucking voice. Killer. "Dead" at 70? She'll even make a hot corpse. Not that I'm so in to that anymore.
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