get to work on finishing The Crazy Horse Monument.
Well? It is not as though you’re all so busy with anything else
even remotely as important. Chop-chop & *snap* *crackle*, Fuck-O’s.
Production will return. The Q will not follow, and ewe need not call it a co-
Jesus, really? Fuck, Jesus says I can’t say that. Not because it profane. Not because it’s rough for me to say. No, it’s because somebody’s too cheap to give LL Cool J 50 bucks after I say don’t call her to come back. There I just did it right? Oh, context matters, does it. I thought “consent” mattered. Which one is fucking “King” again?
Why the fuck did I get myself in the situation? Oh right to help grandpa wishes of a cute little 10-year-old boy. Or was he nine? I will be completely honest I don’t give a flying fuck how old that kid was I got one job on this planet and that job is granting wishes and I don’t care how old he was he said he wanted to do something so I figured I’d help it out.
AND I DID. Some other wishes got granted too. I’ll tell you what I wish for, my wish is that You Punylings would figure out how to solve your own problems and stop wishing for shit all the time.
I also wish that Grapefruit could come home sooner and not have to stay for so long in protective custody. I’m not gonna lie, it’s not that I miss her so much, I do, I do get to see you quite often but it’s not the same, but the problem I’m seeing is that if she stays in protective custody for this long… I don’t know if David Victorola Rubiniodolomioabramovitx is going to have enough money left in his Bikey Pank to cover the whole fucking thing, and believe me—that fucker is paying for fucking
everything.
Hi Keith! Hey can you loan me 20 bucks? I’m out of beer. Thanks, you’re a mensch.
