Monday, April 13, 2009

SEAN EMBRACE ME AS YOUR DADDY, YOU GOD DAMN SISSY BOY! APR 13, 2009



4/13/2009 8:55:18 PM Hey boy, your momma and I been talking about you again. Did you see that Captain when he emerged out of the life raft with brain matter and blood all over him. He had a look of joy and threw his hands in the air even if we all ducked from the biohazard flying around. I told your momma, “gag me with a spoon will you.” When I heard that I jumped up and down and yelled, “Shoot em again god dammit.” Boy, wake up, you always been a little slow! Mark Levin can shoot better than those Navy SEALs. You and I know Mark Levin is the even better than SEALs and is the voice of the conservative movement with Rush boy. You show that Bella Lugosi coon eyed weasal proper respect or I'll whoop your butt.

I want to talk to you about when you were a little boy. You remind me of those little Somali kids boy when your momma and me watch tv and see those pirates. Your momma told me when you were a little boy you used to suck your thumb like a sissy dicky choir boy. Did you hear about the Levi kid, he like you boy when you were younger. Your momma told me how your best buddy, that boss hog fellow, he wants to root for these Somali Mombasa boys. Is that true boy? If so you going to get a proper ass whooping and some leather and buckle, you hear me boy?

I remember when you were a little boy. You were a little bitty tiny great American boy. Look at you now. Your momma and I so damn proud of you Sean and you brought that old feller on like he was me and you were my boy; and you would hug your old man with that entire great American we raised you up as boy. Look at you now, you cling onto your momma like a titty and you copy and say everything I say boy. Your momma and I so proud of you boy and you grew up just like your momma and I raised you.

You used to order me and your mommy around and now you seem not to be able to let go and stop crying. I love you too baby. I know you used to hate your momma nad me boy and now you changed your tune. It is not every night your momma and I pray and bless the idea I whooped your ass while you were a boy boy.

When you were a boy they used to whoop your ass for being so damn poor and you would come home crying about how the kids said your feet smell like dog doo. Look at you now, you can not only buy shoes, you can buy those kids each a pair also. Your momma and I are so proud of you boy. Now embrace me as your daddy and stop talking all this smack to me. Tell me "go home" or yell it in my kitchen window again and I will eat your ear, do you hear me boy? Ever since you joined these union goons, you lost sense of your momma and me boy.

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