Thursday, December 18, 2008

Grape Soda up in the White House

This is blowing my mind with irony.

1 comment:

Alan said...

You know, Bill Hicks used to have this comedy bit about killing Billy Ray Cyrus on account of him making us pay a higher unconscious price than we imagined, that he was a fevered ego, and that he was tainting our collective unconscious in dangerous ways. And he was right. If we had just listened to Bill then we would not have Hannah Montana, his fucking daughter.
Well, we have another chance to heed the warnings of Bill. He is our canary in the mineshaft, and, goddamnit, he is skwaking about Kevin Federline. Someone needs to step on this shitbird's neck fucking quick because there is no telling what he is capable of and no telling what kind of diseased, ballad-happy harpy is going to crawl its way down his cock shaft and onto a stage. Seriously, he already got two chances, but Brittney Spears will most likely eat those two from confusion, so we may not need to worry about them. We can't let him have another chance at making some girl preggers. Someone just rub rat poison onto a mic. It's the only way to be sure.