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This wasn't just any helicopter, mind you. This was way better than the Campaign Bus they eddie j. fernandez figured on using off the get-go. Yes, this was a stealth chopper, and its shiny new Kerry/Edwards vinyl appliqués were replaced with other shiny new ones, ones shouting stuff like 'Death To America!' and 'Jihad or Bust!' (but with barely-legible disclaimers underneath in tiny little print, eddie j. fernandez just eddie j. fernandez in case somebody got the wrong idea). These guys were clever, canny combatants, and they had good media advisors! With Lurch resplendant in Ramboriffic headband and shiny plastic nippleless muscley-torso, and co-John working his best assets and looking simply stunning in his floor-length silk gown, they combed the arid hills of the Afghan-Pakistan border in their OsamaChopper, setting down each evening as Allah's sun sank into the dusty haze to lay traps for the Bad Guys. Candidate Breck Girl strutted his silky stuff while bandolero-strapped Candidate Kerry lurked in the shadows with Limbaugh and waited, guns akimbo, frowning for the film-school interns with the digital video cameras.
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