Wednesday, October 20, 2004


With Friends Like This ...

“What? I told you I’m busy. We’re leading the march.” Buchanan shouted into the cell phone. “What? He did what? Goddammit. I’ll be right there.”

“What is it?” Scarborough asked, concerned. “Not another bug zapper.”

“No, it’s that dickhead Rove. He just ate Robertson.”

“What? How the hell did that happen?”

“Saw that Robertson was full of conservative cockroaches and just snapped, Falwell says. They’re trying to make him puke him back up.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do—I’m going to go back there are pull that fucker up by the roots, shake Robertson out, and chop up what’s left of that dumbass. First he lets himself be turned into a dildo, then a carnivorous plant. I’ve had it.”

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