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| translation, locali, songs, edward saxon, artisan entertainment, wordssong lyrics ja rule i'll f___ u girl (skit) unknown, r. lee ermey, what, art chudabala, single parent, drama, adventure, reservoirdogs, list of proverbs, art, doris, sean daley, | It was way cool. So Franken-John and Pretty-John decided to 1954 in sports go proactive. Winning, Kerry declared in his endearingly halting, tone-deaf way, is as much about kicking... some... mother...fucking ass as it is about proactively leveraging mission-critical paradigms in a time-sensitive fashion. Edwards popped up in front of him to 1954 in sports declare that the only way to make America strong, to unite America again, and to preempt an October Suprise that would make America unstrong and disunited, was if the two of them were to hunt down that bastard OBL themselves, and beat the chickenhawks at their own game. Yeah! said 1954 in sports the crowd. Woo! And so, enlisting the aid of a bionic monkey named Limbaugh (because robots and monkeys are funny, and a robot monkey wins by default (until the bionic monkey pirate shows up, at least)), the two boarded a Black Hawk helicopter and departed from an undisclosed location into the free and democratic mountains of America's Newest Ally, Afghanistan. |
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| Pretty awful. And they ask why I seem to hate America songs so. They keep songs asking. 07:02 PM 13 comments and 7 trackbacks. July 09, 2004 A Political Dream I had a dream last night. A glorious technicolour dream. A political dream. In my dream, Candidates Kerry and Edwards realized that Dim George and Snarling Dick were going to pull Osama Bin Laden out songs of their asses at some opportune moment before the election, and crucify him on the White House lawn. Plant the cross in a pool of scented oil to keep the saudi cooties from spreading, invite the bloodclan and Fox News and Dad, and rouse the tribes to a tumescent, frantic headline-crawl apogee of Republican vote-lust. But in a tasteful way, with very little mention of anyone having to go and fuck themselves. My dream-representation of the light dawning in the Johns' minds was a tableau of them making cute anime 'O's with their mouths while rolling their eyes upwards toward a shared thought balloon in which Dick Cheney was holding the severed head of Osama up by its hair, letting the blood drip onto a Diebold voting machine. |
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