We ain’t nothing but a nation of goddamn, chicken-shit, horse-shit, tattletale, pissy-ass, whiny, fat, flabby, out of shape Facebook looking damn twerp-fest, peaking out the windows and slipping around, listening in on the cell phones and spying in the peephole and peeping in the crack of the goddamned door, and listening in the fucking sheet rock.
You know, Mr. Putin, please, show some fucking mercy. I mean, come on, drop a fucking bomb, won’t you?
I gotta have me some tea.
With Andrea Bocelli singing in the background, this was easily the best 30 seconds of pod I have heard.