Well, That Didn't Go As Planned...

Keep your damn hands off that radio... I work for the government.

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The Callus: The Last Conversation

thecallus:

Reflecting on the last meaningful debate of the 2012 Republican Primary.

They went down swinging, each of them. At the last four pillars of the party stood. Newt was the philandering blusterer, the old-guard Buckley type that still dreams of union-busting the whole of America with a new contract…

Yeah, pretty much.

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Think that I’m a loser
‘Cause now my pants are too low
Think that I’m a slob
‘Cause I got holes in my shoes
Think my cock is like
Just like my dirty shirt
Well you can fuck off
‘Cause I’m working sixty a week
You think that life is really tough
When your daddy won’t buy
You a brand new car
Take a girl out she won’t fuck you
You just brought her a gram of coke
Spend all your money on shitty drugs
I’m not a loser! That’s right,
I’m not a loser!
Cruise down the boulevard
Wasting Mommy’s gas while you’re 
Looking for kicks on Friday night
You’re only goal in life
Is to smoke a joint
And decide how you’re gonna get 
Laid tonight
You are a fucking son-of-a-bitch

You arrogant asshole
Your pants are too tight
You fucking homo
You suck, Mr. Buttfuck
You don’t belong here
No away you fucking gay
I’m not a loser!

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Fuck this.

It’s either been two or three years since I’ve actually done anything for the Fourth. I can’t really remember anymore. I hear explosions in the distance, though.