If I ever saw you fucking a guy, I’d go home, get my gun, and shoot his ass. And if I ever see Michael, I’m gonna gut him like a phissh.
He’s gonna wake up in a bath tub full of ice with some Footloose playing in the background. I’ll sing the “Kick off your Sunday shoes” part and he’ll sing the “Please, Louise” part. I’ll have an icebox on the toilet that he shits in and I’ll show him my awesome knife flicking skills. And I’ll do it on a Sunday so the lyrics work out. And I’ll tell him my name is Louise. Just for shits and giggles.
I mean if you’re gonna kill someone might as well make some money off of it.
Here’s his blog: