To the F.B. (bleepin’) I.:
Don’t you guys have any real work to do?
Last week we heard ya’ll were hunting down info on Jimmy Hoffa, who has been disappeared since the year Elvis died.
Now, you want us to spy on our own families for non-crimial behavior?
My response to the lot of you: “Eat Giblets!!”
You’re too nice. My response to the FBI: Go Fornicate Yourselves!
Giblets composed exclusively of fecal matter and floating in sour urine.