you know....if you like my page...i'm sure all of your friends will too...so link me on ur AIM profile or on your site...if you think i'm a good shit...then help me out and wear a t-shirt with my name on it...it'll make me feel better, and in turn, make the world a happier place...

so i had a dream last night...i had a dream that KFCbiscuits took over the world...there they were, lined up in a perfect row, in all their flaky delicious glory...but they were mean biscuits...they were biscuits with weapons...first they attacked the white house, and all i could hear in the background was Brokaw saying "you know if clinton was still here, he never would have let them get as far as his stomach"

there was a crazy woman, and she had a big mac..she was screaming "it's not me!" "it's not me, blame the kennedy's!"...i stared into the eyes of one of the soldiers, and he looked frightened...he didn't want to takeover a world of french fries, but i knew he didn't want his children living in a land of dollar menus, dollar burgers that cost 1.08...he had to do it...for the sake of of a thinner humanity...

and then it happened...a great voice came from the sky...it was Colonel Harland Sanders, and with one mighty strike of his finger, the streets flooded, and the soldiers were swept into a supernova of instant gravy...their bodies started to separate, their remains clogging up the doorways to all the burger king's,wendy's
,Mcdonalds, and yes...even Arby's...children lost their crappy happy meal toys in the sticky flow of anarchy, as if mother nature unleashed her menstrual cycle for all of us to dip in...

but like all good dreams...i woke up before i found out what they did to Cokie Roberts
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