Paranoid Bombsaway Bob The Mass Murdering Pervert whimpered:
They're after me
No way, Bob. Everyone IS Napoleon except you. But you knew this. Oh
well. As usual.
Have you uh, TAKEN YOUR MEDICINE today, Pervert ? Bob ? Gnome sane ?
here it is:
Chapter XXI Willy Pete and the Bombast Apocalypse Factory
"So every time after that one of us - usually *moi* - always had to
shout out the window, 'Say Hello to my Lethal Bombast!' LOL. Heehee.
Eheh."
The Pervert was doing what he liked doing second- or third-best in his
fourth-rate life, which was regaling gullible and preferably
Spanked-out listeners with apocryphal memoirs of genocide and cowardice
which characterize his historical murderous rampage through Viet Nam
from the safe distance of 50,000 vertical feet above the thousands of
women and children he'd turned into so much yellow curry, back in the
days.
"We used to kill them with that one.... Heehee! Killed 'em EVERY
TIME!"
He was positively squeaking with laughter at his own genocidal jokes,
which nonetheless stank.
"We were their favorite airborne death squad.... The G--D Humor Men !!
LOL Heehee <cough!> Ahem."
"But Perv, weren't you scared, gnome sane, gnome sane?" asked young
Chris, the most craven of negro sellouts ever born out of wedlock.
Known as Debbil's Abdicate, Chris's Saturn had broken down nearby. So
he'd taken the opportunity to visit his old pals Jafo and Bombsaway Bob
The Pervert Commissioner for Minding Colored People's Business.
"They could've killed you. Fired back at you with blowdarts, I dunno.
Maybe someday one of them still gwine to come after you, gnome sane,
homes ? Kill yo' fat *****, gnome sane. I'm not interested in debate
mind you. Just to catch up on some of the same ol' same ol', gnome
sane, and haul down a few magnificent lungblasts of sheer unadulterated
Spankodin for free. Gnome sane ?"
To which the attentive reader is thinking, Well, Chris, adulterated,
mainly. But what do you expect for nuthin, these days, huh ? Gnome
sane ? And what does adulterated really mean these days anyway ?
Huh ? Gnome sane ?
Adulterated, yeah... would be young Debbil Chris's spiritual lament by
way of retort.
But. No more so than a Bill Clinton Cabinet member, or even Bill
Clinton's member itself, as young Debbil Massa hisself is forever quick
as coitus interruptus to point out. Especially if it bought him a few
extra pulls on the Debbil's Johnson aka Spankpipe.
Given enough Spankodin, it is said, a man will say just about anything.
Spankodin is what stops people from rising up and lynching the BLT
holding America and the rest of the world hostage these days - The Bush
League of (T)error. In that respect among others, W owes his life to
Spankodin.
So, you're thinking, Spankodin's a bad thing, then, right ? Gnome sane
?
And that is indeed the case, especially the way Jafo and Co. were
hauling it in. Something bad was going on. And left up to them, that
could only mean worse things to follow.
But before judging Spankodin unjustly, as it were, and possibly
shooting the messenger, instead of shooting up another few grams of
Liquid Death, the way Dirty Uncle Jafo et al do, let us first ask
ourselves this question: "What of other users ? How much Spanko would
Jesus use? Etc."
We do indeed need a larger sample than just FatBoy Bob The Pervert on
which to base our judgment of this substance which gawd in his infinite
wisdom has placed on Earth for all mankind to get all shaky with, gnome
sane ?
Ingested to order by pilots flying over Baghdad, it is Spanko which
removes their inhibitions before scheduled, command-level bombing
sortie to target civilians - for example, turning their kids' schools,
their homes and wedding ceremonies into funeral parlors; likewise
journalists who may according to orders from "above" require
fire-bombing in their hotels. Or, coalition troops on the ground, who
may just need killing to make it look like the "insurgents" had bumped
off more of them than were destined to be killed by 'friendly fire'.
Spanko makes it all possible. Gnome sane ?
Take The Pervert, for instance [please!] . . . He's always covered in a
veneer of sweat and blabbing away twenty to the dozen but with nary an
original thought, figure of speech or even a vowel of two that one
hasn't already heard a million times used to death by fascist war
criminals the world over, or which he is one.
Back in 'Nam, The Pervert used to go all jittery before each mass
murdering spree, but then, after a few long minutes of sucking sounds
in the bathroom, he was all set to go kill some more, yessir, keeping
America safe from all those invading VIetNamese, yessir,
yessiryessiryessir....
Spanko makes it happen. Even for lethally fat people such as The
Pervert.
Besides, back then, Spankodin had kept Bob's weight down to a mere 250
lbs gnomesane, not the obscene poundage more like 400 in total than
anything less which he touts around like a homeless person's shopping
family sedan these days. So, all that killing value and relatively
svelte looks to The Pervert ? Tell me that's not an incredible deal !
Throw in some fucking Ginzu knives and he''ll kill all the women and
children in the entire world, leaving only a couple of emergency spare
boys each for himself and his fascist buddies Jafo, DCI, TIny Hurling
***** and X-Stain de STD. Maybe keep a couple for Debbil Chris, in
case he finally sees the man-boy light which guides guys like The
Pervert.
Take Jafo [please, somebody, ANYbody...?] who is presently sitting in a
rather difficult position now that his face is half blown off by the
Spanko-Gannon friendly fire amendment he voted himself into...
Spankodin is what got him, Dirty Uncle Jafo, where he is today.
Take young Chris, the Debbil's Adjutant - clueless to the bone, as if
his very intelligence had been the object of a Willy Pete assault.
Nothing a little Spankodin wouldn't sort out in a hurry, decided The
Pervert on his behalf. And so, together, they sucked the big one.
At first, Chris was all, "I don't DO drugs!" and stuff like that. But
gradually, the second-hand smoke musta got the better of him, like what
happened to him years ago hanging around too close to The Pervert,
Stain and Jafo, not to mention contracting a case of fascist ear fungus
from DCI squatting in his cochlea, the smallest bone in his body but,
Satan knows, the most vulnerable to fungal fascist onslaught. And it
was there that DCI and Debbil first got real intimate with one another.
Gnome sane ?
<to be continued>
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