I’ve been working on a post about the recent actions/comments emanating from the East Wing of Montana’s Capitol, but it’s not quite coming together yet.
So while I was clearing my head, I happened upon one of favorite sites, Iowahawk. His latest post is an “interview” with the would-be Christmas bomber.
Lemme ask you: have you ever tried to inject a glycerin detonator syringe into some plastic explosives glued under your nutsack, while you were stoned out of your gourd, in an airplane bathroom, during Lake Erie turbulence, while some stupid hippie is pounding on the door? Take my word for this, it. is. a. mofo. I must have stabbed myself in the junk eight or ten times before I finally got it smoldering. So I stroll out of the loo, real casual-like, with my nuts on fire, and headed back to my seat to blow out the fuselage.
But then, get this: some friggin’ Dutch dude jumps out of his seat and tackles me right in the aisle, completely ignoring the “fasten seatbelts” sign! Typical pushy Eurotrash. And then the flight attendant comes running up, and instead of enforcing the damn rules starts blasting me with the fire extinguisher, which means my nards go from flame broiled to freeze dried in about 3 seconds flat.
Go check out the whole piece.
It’s going to be tough, but with Big Bri as the subject, there’s always the possibility my next post could be a real knee-slapper.