Death To America But Not On My Watch

Another audio tape has been released allegedly from Dick Cheney, FBI still have to authenticate it.

"Death to America but it isn't our fault when the last leaf blows off the tree the grasshoppers will kill us all and everything I did would have been done for nothing. I killed, tortured and posed nude for my country but you damned it by electing a black, gay, Muslim and you are going to pay for it. You have to shed non-Christian lefty blood or our world as we know it will crumble to dust and the mailmen will get confused."

A startling diatribe from a man who some believe was behind the 9/11 attacks. Some have described Cheney as that shite that won't go away no matter how many times you wipe it and annoys you throughout the day, not very important but can lead to permanent skid marks.

You Go On, Don't Wait For Me

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Going Out With A Bang

"Just say the word Georgie and I'll get all the bastards for ya." "Whoa whoa whoa big Dick go easy on that button, can you not just shoot them in the face? leave da bom for Old Bitter Balls."

Rob Harley And the Whalers.

Carlos the gay bandit, we loved that crazy fucker and how, this is his finest moment and the last time we were to see our bronzed Latin hunk, taken by Big Dick, his parents were not surprised when we told them.

I once sailed aboard the whaling ship Innuendo under Captain Harley . A big black ship full of seamen that ploughed its way through the water with stamina.

Admiral White of the pocket battleship HMS Flaccid could never keep up with the Innuendo. There would be the call "all hands on dick" (the first mate had a speech impediment) with a flurry of action we'd gain on the Flaccid and with a big swell we'd splash all over its aft and pull away laughing never to call again. Admiral White was Impotent in the face of our abilities.

Captain Rob Harley was a man obsessed, years ago the great pink sperm whale 'Big Dick' had taken his leg and his lunch money and now he wanted revenge or at least his money back . He kept himself locked up in his cabin until the shout "Derby whales" went out. He'd cum out in a foul mood and then we'd all pretend to work.

Apache Joe who was part Cherokee and part Irish as most Yanks claim to be was our chief harpooner and apple polisher, he loved to thrust his javelin at anything that moved.

In all my years of hunting Sperm whales and Jizz fish I only saw Big Dick (the whale that is) once .
It played with us cuming and going, up and doon, it knew what it was doing pure evil as many of us just wanted to get the job done and have a cigarette. The big pink bastard was trying to tease and get a rise out of Captain Harley.

Apache Joe with a full compliment of harpoons shot his full load but in his excitement he was premature which was very embarrassing for the old hand.
I could almost hear the whale laugh as it lifted it's fin and shot its sea custard all over us before it swam away.
Never one to miss an opportunity the captain sold the whale muck to Ponds who used it for face cream.

I left the Innuendo shortly afterwards as all that rough tossing seaman bit was too ghey even for my tastes. I heard that Captain Harley gave birth to a large fish like creature he named 'Little Dick' and calmed doon about the whole vengeance thing and can be heard saying things like "would you like to see a picture of Little Dick's first blow?" hes never short of crew but they always leave disappointed.