Your Job In Germany.

"Whateva Whateva I do what I want, I roll wit 12 gangs whateva! You don't wanna let me shoot here, I'm gonna SUE you! You are so SUED!"
not too long ago, in the post 'What's Beef?' (found HERE), i think i made it pretty clear that if Tom Cruise wasn't stood up to and prohibited from shooting his new biopic Valkyrie, then the terrorists would win.

right.

well it looks like Bin Laden and the boys are at Party City as we speak stocking up for a killer Pizza Party, because Tommy Boy's snaked the system and found another place to play.

good job Deutschland! or should i say Doucheland? yeah, ya like that? i got more when you need 'em munhfucka!

Hey, if it weren't for the good 'ol U.S. of A. in WWII, you'd all be speaking German and junk. so, you know, you're welcome Germany!

a friend of mine once said, you're either with US or against US, and after this SNAFU, it's pretty clear where you Germs stand.

just know this Klaus: you are soooo fucken SUED! omg! I'm gonna SUE you in England!

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

go with christ brah. go with christ.

this is a rather binary situation we have here, innit?

we have those that i know personally telling me i need "help." then we have those casual yet distant frequenters of the site, upset by my esoteric and drug-addled approach, that tell me i need "help."

i will never tire of the latter. i actually welcome the latter with open arms. the former just makes me want to torture some small animals.

maybe i need to go with christ?

but someone was telling me that he's really clingy. word? i don't know if i need that right now.

maybe if it was a T-9000X TechnoChrist SE, with like lasers for eyes, and a microwave built into his chest. complete with a 120hz refresh rate, 9 gbps internet connection and a 90 terabyte hard drive in his forearm loaded with niche porn. and a gold chain that had like 10 ipod nanos in different colors all up on it. and maybe if his/her halo consisted of E pills. hovering E pills. and as one of his miracles, he'd sneeze, and an eightball of polvo would magically appear. and there's little better on this earth than free, magical polvo, i can assure you.

i'd even take a DinoChrist. as long as it wasn't a malevolent, carnivorous DinoChrist. there's no overpowering that reptilian brain of yours my lord and savior.

they'll say "go with christ brah. go with christ."

yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah YEAH!

but my mommy told me not to go with strangers. and you are STRANGE! i can't go with you. unless you know the password. and surely you know the password, being an omniscient supreme being and all. so we shouldn't have a problem, right? just go ahead and gimme the password and we'll be on our way to salvation.

(TechknowitallChrist parts lips) thaaaaat's it dear.

wait. wait! where are you going? where-?

(T.C. bounces like a superball)

yeah. uh huh. run like a little bitch. run like you always do. just like your father. always runnin when shit gets weird.