Phillip
Stein? You heard about him, right? Drunken rant that he can’t recant. Total
Immolation. Why is there one at every wedding? :
Okay, so! … so jus’ a quick salute to the handsome couple,
from the Top Ten Dude of his Generation –
ri’-here - GENIUS!
Good
looks - #1 in his class – feast the eyes, huh?
Great
taste – attends all the trendy’s…spews and espouses the news and reviews. Ask
me!
THE
GREATEST FUCKING TALENT THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!! ….YET NEVER REALIZED!!!
Has
anyone read my fucking resume? “Link” me sometime!
YOU
LOSE, WORLD!
You
know who doesn’t lose? Huh?! You wanna know?! You wanna know the BIIIGGGGG
winners? Hahhahhahaaaa….
The
Ladies! But don’t tell my wife about the mistress….hahaha…and don’t tell the
mistress about the other two bitches! … hahahahahahhhaaa….
There
she is. Stand up Honey! Thats my girl! C’mon up…honey…hey, honey! Jokin’ up
here! C’mon back! Where you going? Will somebody go get my wife! Stop her! Aw,
shit…I’m in the doghouse…she can be a real psycho… so anyways, so you two go to
fucking Bali and fuck your Bali brains out. Hahah… Hey. No. I’m okay, fellas, I
got it…hey!…NO! (ugh)
The
Mic hit the floor with a thud, and the feedback filled the room, and drowned
out the angry outcry, but once it was switched off, the rumble of discontent
was loud and clear, as were the sobs from the Bride’s Party, as that asshole
was taken ‘out back’ and roughly handled by the groom’s men.
Once
the ambulance was loaded, all the questions were answered to the official’s
satisfaction, and it drove off …the siren ‘whooping’ down the road, on the way
to his personal oblivion…that’s when the party really kicked in. You missed a
good one.
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