God hates hangovers
Man, I am so hung over from last night's party. The last hooker just left in a bodybag a few minutes ago. It has been a wild time, and I wish more of you could have been there. Gonzalez crushed some jumping beans and snorted them off a mirror, then pissed in the punch. Laura beat him with a stick and then they went off somewhere -- I guess he was teaching her a lesson for hitting him, 'cause I think I heard her moaning. Dick Cheney does a swell Henry Kissinger impression. I have got a pile of beer cans half filling the oval office from Jeb and my drinking session last night (Coors, the beer that hates queers).
Well, I got to get up and go support the socialization of private security. Or something like that. The voices tell me it's important. I'll talk to y'all later.
Well, I got to get up and go support the socialization of private security. Or something like that. The voices tell me it's important. I'll talk to y'all later.