I found this great spot on a grassy knoll and I'm standing there, braced and aiming when his fucking head explodes! Then the bimbo is on the trunk lid picking up parts and they speed off.
I didn't even have to shoot!
That fucker you picked to take the blame actually did it!
Yes, I still want paid, you cheap bastard.
I was exactly two-and-a-half years old on that day---my mother was teaching me to say "I am two and a half" when the neighbor lady burst in yelling that the President had been shot, and to turn on the TV.
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