Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Your Turn, Muammar

All right, fuckhead, listen up.  Forty years of autocracy, repression, terror and all-around weirdness are quite enough.  You had a good run, but now your people are done with you, so take your Snuggie, your jheri curl (caution! flammable!) and your scaly, mole-encrusted visage and get lost.  Put the guns and bombs away, pitch yourself a nice, opulent tent somewhere and live out whatever days you have left being fanned by a legion of voluptuous female virgin bodyguards.  That's a sweeter deal than you deserve; we urge you to accept.

By the way, I'm not sure how you got your mitts on our great aunt Lettie's pillbox hat, but you just go ahead and keep it.


No, we don't want it back.


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