Honest, Mr. Game Commissioner, sir, I SWEAR he jumped into my boat when I wasn’t looking! I wasn’t trolling, HONEST. Besides, I wouldn’t keep anything THAT small (brain-wise).
Honestly, Johnny how does someone with your mental impairment survive the mean streets of NYC? You got a body-guard? Does your wife hold your hand and make sure you don’t go after bright, shiny objects? Ever play three-card monty and wonder why you lost? How often have you bought the Brooklyn Bridge? Or the Statue of Liberty?
Did you ever try to take the subway to Boston? (“Hey, they’s subways here and they is subways in Boston! I bet they is CONNECTED!” drool)
When they were making Godzilla, did you go over and see if you could get the monster’s autograph? Were you disappointed when they said he was in his trailer and didn’t want to be disturbed?
BTW, just because those cops were found not guilty does NOT mean they were innocent. I bet you think the cops that beat Rodney King were innocent, too. (It happened a few years ago, here in L. A. It was in all the papers. You may have heard of it. No, it was RODNEY King, not LARRY King.)
I notice you don’t read the New York Times. Why? Do they use too many big words and not enough pictures? “Honey! What does ‘eh-juke-ay-shun’ mean?” “Oh, God, John, I told you not to read the Times. You’ll hurt yourself.”
If you EVER had an intelligent thought, it probably died of old age trying to find its way out of that dark, dank, cockroach-infested, dreary maze that is the inside of your head.
'Bye, now. And have a NICE day!
(Ooh, that was fun.)
>< DARWIN >
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