all the way live #3
[alright you filthy pigfuckers...you asked for it...the much anticipated republican rally review]
"alright you filthy pigfuckers...have at it!"
"and don't come back...mace won't be all next time."
oh wow…the ‘rockin’ republican rally’ was a complete debacle, a wild success and most assuredly put the federalés on our ass. mission accomplished. ‘sweaty teddy’ nugent was supposed to arrive and entertain those uptight assholes with some ‘shock and awe’ propaganda. we didn’t stay long enough to catch his act.
i got us backstage with some ‘authentic’ press credentials before the show began…people were still arriving, milling about, sipping coors light and pinning bush buttons on each others ass. the good doktor gets on the mic to welcome everyone to the event, you know, get everyone’s attention. i imagine there was a few hundred in the room already. then he thanks them all for coming out, rocking the vote, and murdering jesus. i fired the whole shitload of rats into the crowd. he yelled something about a bigger rat in the whitehouse, but by that time, they weren’t listening. the ripple effect of the rats in the crowd had quickly reached the walls. there was an exodus – an exodus of imbeciles, if you will...or won't. what fucking ever. see if i care – and the doors were flooded…people trying to get in, people trying to get out. rats all over the fucking floor. i saluted the stage crew and event organizers. then sweaty teddy comes all up on stage and he goes like this he goes he says "what's the capital of thailand?"
and then i said like this i goes i goes "what?"
and hes all like "bangkok" and punches me in the nuts.
and i'm all like "amaoatahaearaafauacakaeara" and i fall off the stage.
we got maced but it was worth it just for the mouth-breathing look of bastards beaten at their own game. we ran out an emergency fire exit for good measure.
“you know, we must take this act to the whitehouse.”
right on, brother, right fucking on.
"alright you filthy pigfuckers...have at it!"
"and don't come back...mace won't be all next time."
oh wow…the ‘rockin’ republican rally’ was a complete debacle, a wild success and most assuredly put the federalés on our ass. mission accomplished. ‘sweaty teddy’ nugent was supposed to arrive and entertain those uptight assholes with some ‘shock and awe’ propaganda. we didn’t stay long enough to catch his act.
i got us backstage with some ‘authentic’ press credentials before the show began…people were still arriving, milling about, sipping coors light and pinning bush buttons on each others ass. the good doktor gets on the mic to welcome everyone to the event, you know, get everyone’s attention. i imagine there was a few hundred in the room already. then he thanks them all for coming out, rocking the vote, and murdering jesus. i fired the whole shitload of rats into the crowd. he yelled something about a bigger rat in the whitehouse, but by that time, they weren’t listening. the ripple effect of the rats in the crowd had quickly reached the walls. there was an exodus – an exodus of imbeciles, if you will...or won't. what fucking ever. see if i care – and the doors were flooded…people trying to get in, people trying to get out. rats all over the fucking floor. i saluted the stage crew and event organizers. then sweaty teddy comes all up on stage and he goes like this he goes he says "what's the capital of thailand?"
and then i said like this i goes i goes "what?"
and hes all like "bangkok" and punches me in the nuts.
and i'm all like "amaoatahaearaafauacakaeara" and i fall off the stage.
we got maced but it was worth it just for the mouth-breathing look of bastards beaten at their own game. we ran out an emergency fire exit for good measure.
“you know, we must take this act to the whitehouse.”
right on, brother, right fucking on.
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 1:27 AM
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