Cartier is a bell-end
So after riding high from my meeting with Bush, I’m hanging out with Cartier at White Castle and he tells me his ideas for the Magnficent Hour. WHOA! Man, we were both on the WRONG page, dudes. He was like “forgive” this and “forgive” that. Where does this come from? That rat bastard can suck it. As soon as I got home I planted some shaped charges in the White Castle and blew it up to kingdom come. Cartier wasn’t in it, but it just made me feel better about myself, you know what I mean?
So this jerk-off is telling me how I need to change my ways and only God can judge a person. What the heck was a gun invented for? Are you telling me that I have to wait for God’s fury to enact vengence? Isn’t that guy immortal? So that means he’s got all the time in the world and doesn’t have to do dick. I don’t trust the guy.
Man, so now I need someone to help me organize this stuff. I’ll put an ad on craigslist and see how that goes. In the meantime, I’m gonna buy some Crif Dogs and try and chill out. Man, you think you know a person then they pull some crazy cracked out stuff like that. I’M too violent? I’m a product of a violent world, you horse’s ass! I should have ripped him in half like a phone book but for some reason I didn’t. I think I’m gonna blow up some more White Castles… maybe a KFC.
-Ed
