Throw a party, I mean a real old fashioned hum dinger of a bash, invite all your favorite dams with the gams and have them bring their best beaus. All the real big whigs and head honchos and hot shots, a real old fashioned good time. Sure sure brother can ya spare a dime is complainin' in the street but we ain't got time for the likes of his rabble rousin' kind. Anywho...

where did I put my glasses? Oh ya, there they are in the water glass by the nighstand. Now, back in my day, we used to shoot fish out at the lake with shotguns, we didn't have none of them fancy fish-in-barrels like you fancy pants nancies have today, with your internets and your new fangled ways. But where was I, again I digress.

So, you throw this big bash, then ya tell everybody you're goin' up to your room to change into somethin more comfortable (really you're just bein' sneaky) and by the by, by and by you leave all the women and childrens behind and then slaughter everyone them mofos in cold blood where they stands. Slit they throats like they was lambs or pigs fo the slaughta, don't give a fuck no ways. Patracide even, killin' da likes of yo own flesh and blood, like a real cold hard thugged out G, headed straight fo the pen and death row like it ain't nuttin' but a thang.

WHAT?!? WHAT!?! No shizza, damn! Now that some stuff. That sicilian paizan he colder than damn Pacino in scarface wit his, "Say hello" and his machette man. Damn! Serious, that some shit right there!

So, anywho, then ya takes over for a while. But see, a revolution built on that kinda blood man, can't last, no two ways bout it, can't last, cause some other damn fool gonna get the same damn idea you had in da first place. That is just the way it go.

So, I'm not sure we should either give in and give up nor try to adopt the Rovian ways.

Whatever you do, don't click this link (studies show you're more likely if you shouldn't)

by tiggerporn on 08/20/2008 02:23:56 PM EST

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