donttreadonme
2010-02-08 22:11:13
JAckpot, people, jackpot!! Oh man have I been waiting for this day. OK, so here’s the deal – I have him sleeping in a Baker tent and everytime he is about to fall asleep – in steps a soldier blasting revelry into his ear on a bugle. The old bastard leaps up screaming “it was the rednecks that made me do it, mommy!!” every single time. Cracks me up! And can you believe the SOB has the nerve to ask me for a bottle of Lunesta. I says to him, “Jack ole’ boy, what do you think this is- the Congressional Prescription Counter?” Well, gotta run, gotta get the kerosene and crosses ready for Mr. Byrd. His time’s a comin’.
Sincerely,
Satan
