Tuesday, July 16, 2002

I'm Wrecked!

I am one trashed POTUS! I'm thinking someone slipped a little Jack Daniels into my nightly pitcher of Coors Cutter, though Laura seems to think it was the fourteen lines of coke I snorted off Condi's tits that really put me over the edge.

All I know is I'm more wired than the DNC, circa 1972. If another Saudi "prince" stops by for a "social call" tonight, I'm gonna rip his throat out and eat his legs. "Islam means peace", my ass! The only time I ever turn the other cheek is when Madeleine Albright is on the tube.


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