C'MON, FREAKIN' DIE ALREADY!!

SING AND GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE ALREADY - HE FINALLY DID!

Jeez, stop prolonging the agony- either you're on your goddamn deathbed or you're not. Stop farting around and expire already. Remember that guy on your right? Well, you don't want to pull the same shit as he did when he was whoring for attention on the 6 and 11 o'clock news. It's fucking appalling and it's going to tear your reputation to shreds when you waste our time like this- at least your buddy Arafat had a scorching young tight-assed gold digging Middle-Eastern wife to put a grin on his face when they pulled over the sheets. What do you got? Doves? If you keep sticking your finger up under those tails looking for speed bumps, you going wind up catching that goddamn West Nile Virus.

Then again, maybe that's been the problem all along.



Bah, I grow weary of this Rosecrucian gobblygook.

And take your goddamn sour puss inquisitor with you, too.



Four more years of hell, and the Texas barbecue beanfart fest has barely begun.


~ Coat