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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Coming from your witty special place if I can garner even a speck of your appreciation then that is a great compliment to me. One that I am not sure of which I am worthy...Damnit now I am gonna have to worship you for liking me!
Yours always...
(PS: When I google travelingman rick yours is the first link, woo hoo...I love google!)
MUNT. Love that.
I do love the word Cunt. It's one of my faves. I should write a post about why I love the word. hmm...
PS: I met such a munting munt from hell today.
My fav C equivalent word is twat. How can you not laugh when you hear it? (I hope my mother isn't reading this.)