My birthday is tomorrow. You know what I want? What I really want? I want someone to go down to DC. I want someone to wake him up from his slumber on Pennsylvania Ave and bring him here. And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey ◊◊◊◊ he is.
Hallelujah! HOLY ◊◊◊◊.
where's the whiskey?