One of these days we are might start taking these animals at their word, about how they are going to kill us, and stop carefully picking and choosing who we should shoot...
My Rottweiler breaks wind in the face of your Poodles of the Prophet. May many canine legs be raised against him, may he be flooded with the yellow rivers of Babylon.
Something or other about elderberries and bared Boobs of Crusader wenches flourished in your face.
may Lindsey Lohan sit on your face while unbathed, and may Bitttany Spears prepare your feasts without washing her left hand.
May you hear the music in your ears of Hillary Clinton and the Poops singing “Ahab the Arab” for 100,000 days.
Strong note to follow.