I'd like to whisper into your gaping neck-hole a reminder that my mother the insufferable suburbanite who fisted you full of breadcrumbs,
is in her bedroom on the phone with her squirrel voiced sister on Long Island screeching at the top of her lungs
and now it's just you and me with a bottle of scotch the bible and this box full of power tools
Don't you try and hide in the oven... this is an inquisition and I know where you been!!!
What you got to say for yourself?
Answer me, damn't
Who sent you?
Was it Obama?! I bet it was Obama that faggot loving socialist
You're lucky you're already dead,
but damn't if you don't start talking, I'm going to make you ever deader!
Maybe you won't talk to me... but what do you have to say...
TO MISTER SAUDERING IRON?
I'm gonna do you like you were a Beauty Queen and I was Mike Tyson if...
Stay back Bitch! This is between me and the Communist Turkey!
Hit me with that harpoon full of face-plant if you must but don't think a syringe of sedatives is gonna put a dent in my holy patriotic investigation (owww, shit) into the satanic and subversive goals of this flightless mole and his obvious collusion with the queers the mexicans and... and the little green men from outer-space who want to take our jobs and ruin our families... and make tax evasion and forcing your secretary to have sex with you illegal and free healthcare adequate public education blood money Ronald Reagan...