And without any handlers or guidance, he's as clueless and inept as your typical Department of Motor Vehicles (Affirmative Action) employee that instructs you what line you need to wait in while he blankly states at his computer screen.
I'll be so damn glad when I don't have to see this repulsive, evil child of Satan anymore.
The last word's she'll ever hear as she's cast into the Lake of Fire will be:
"It's time for some Spirit Cooking! Bwhahahahaha!"
He's pretty much speaking in tongues now.
I live in constant fear that some Latino here illegally will steal my car for the fourth goddamned time!
Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Damn! Brutal! Love it!
Haven't forget, my friend. Not since your first few posts. Waiting…