Alright you BASTARDS, like the snake of yesterdays lizard you shed it yet again. This time what in the hell? Damn thing over and over! Alright people of the lie, you fell for it again.
I don’t celebrate 4th. I may be American but I still Russian at heart. And my name BILL. Like the one you forgot to pay, but I need not care.
It happened. Funny is dead. Oh you did it. You did it with a pair of narrow scissors, tinkering and oiling up that old rusty conglomerate weapon. And oh shit did it grow.
When your Dad is George Carlin some outlandish tales arrive about, and yeah I’m fucking drinking beer, what gives. I ain’t got time to pop pills or drink wine at that fancy pansy medieval restaurant you got going on in Pleasantville. I mean hell. But yeah so…