more like confused grudgefuck…..
I’m sorry, I was spacing out for a second there.
I have every reason, having just returned from “The Dead” at John Paul Jones Arena, Charlottesville (our arena is named after the bass player for Led Zeppelin? Can I get a “FUCK YEAH!?”), following a rigorous afternoon trying to figure out what the hell the “tea partiers” were talking about in the Downtown Pavillion,…. and well,
I’m a CONFUSED LITTLE AMERICAN!
“Fuck all these simians.” (I say to myself, giggling slightly) “Word up too (sic) their mothers”
I’m not positive I’m even coherent right now, which I’m sure is how Glenn Beck goes on the air every night. (PERFECT!)
OK. I don’t always disagree with the tea partiers. I certainly mostly DON’T agree with the tea partiers. CHEEeeZ! If I base my party affiliation on that gathering then, hell, I’M A WITCH-LOVING sabbath merchant from Stevesylvania! No, wait, I’m a libertarianoliberoconservotaxhatowaxamatarian!
AND I CAN ONLY EAT MYSELF!