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22 December 2023
So, there\'s this weird lady standing outside my house. Normally, I wouldn\'t complain. I mean, I\'m used to hot mamas hanging out, outside the ranch, hoping to get a glimpse of ol\' George W. Hunk. But this chick\'s kind of a donkey. I wouldn\'t even let her pay to see my gun show. And I would ignore her, but she keeps shouting all this weird stuff at me, like, \"Down with bush!\" and \"Bring our sons home!\"
First of all, lady, I kind of like bush. Maybe not your bush, but I can think of a few I\'d put my Charlie in. (Oh, sweet Susan Powter!) And secondly, why on Earth would I want to bring your sons home?!? Yes, this is a ranch. But its name ain\'t \"Neverland\". Don\'t you have some hot young daughters I can bring home and make sweet, sweet executive decision with?
Never mind that this is my vacation!!! I only get 32 of these a year. Do I come to your vacation spot and call you \"Crybaby McGrizzletits\"?
The media keeps saying you\'re a \"Probe Tester\". Or maybe it was a \"Fro Tester\". I personally don\'t care what you test, so long as you stop testing my patience.
Too bad you\'re not brown. Patsassination Robertson would have declared Jesus Jihad on you, too, by now.
Maybe you should think about Probe Testing in Venezuela, where you can pawn your gay sons off on some other totally hot politician guy like me, but not, because there can be only one: Highlander.
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issue
vol 8 - issue 01 (sep 2005)
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stories