Apparently, he fixed it with nought but a stern look.
Sheesh, that makes me look like an idiot. But swear to Samedi damn power recharger thingy would not plug in all the way and so could not get 'lectic juice into machine. She-oot, tried and tried and tried. I ain't no damned idjut afterall.
Thank Gawd he fixed it 'cause gots so much anger brewing inside of me. That son o' a be-yotch, Michael Dunn, did not get convicted of murder and then has the temerity to think he's the victim, goat blower. My freakin' sweet Jesus, he sounds like that sub-human piece of shanke dung in TN who thought it OK to talk to black people who lost their mother because a fireman refused to perform CPR on her and tell them about a piece of flesh carved fron a lynching victim
Then that lying jackel squid shit draft dodging chickenhawk prick, George W. "Figuread President," comes out of figure painting seclusion to advocate for the cause of "the veterans." Nice going, Junior, they would not bet veterans save for your quioxtic crusade to find non-exixtent weapons of mass destruction.
Fuck you.
Fuck your whole damn family.
Die, die, die!
Bitch!
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