Why do I want to be your president? Because goddamn it, I've earned it. Hell, I was an admiral's son, I didn't have to go to goddamn Vietnam, get shot down and deal with all those goddamn sadistic gook prison guards. No, I went because my prick of a father and his asshole of a father were goddamn admirals, for Christ's sake, and I had no choice but to pay off the poker bet I made with them and join the goddamn Navy. And after five years of eating goddamn rats and getting poked up the ass with hot bamboo sticks, then I gotta return to the states to a limping gimp of a wife who got herself fucked up in a car accident and got all fat on me? The cunt ended up with an ass on her the width of a Volkswagen, and after all I'd been through at the Hanoi Hilton, I was expected to come home and fuck that fat cunt? Hell, no! Then I met Cindy, who was hotter'n a two dollar pistol and her dad owned a beer factory. Why did I dump my fat ass first wife and get with Cindy? Bec...
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Finding some shmoe who can sing that style is like finding your barber can transplant your kidney.
Damn.
JDC
You cunt, that music, together with Janis Ian's "At Seventeen" and "Ave Maria" makes me cry
You will pay dearly for this. And no mistake.
If "American Idol" had performances like that, I'd watch the damn show. Doesn't "Nessum Dorma" always make you feel so alive when you listen? My spine never misses a shiver when I listen.