dammit lloyd. chill the FUGGOUT.
ok fine, i'll shlep on a pair of filthy jeans, my flip flops... and im sure there's a t shirt in the car somewhere that i can put on. and i'll fucking get to work. you buncha creeps.
i see john kerry giving his consession speach on tv right now. that pussy. why is john edwards still smiling? im starting to think he has that Terry Bradshaw disease where you just look like a dumb smiley country bumpkin no matter WHAT you do.
my job this weekend is gonna be at the block at orange. 9 sign walkers, and whitey-wheezness will be my helper fo sheezness.
right now im headed over to fetch his ass so we can run errands together, and handle our bidness.
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