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Thursday, August 25, 2005
Giblets never saw what the big deal was with this whole Chavez-Robertson thing anyway. Giblets has his annoying neighbors assassinated all the time! A month ago Giblets got a team of military contractors to snipe the guy upstairs for dumping Giblets's clean laundry out on the basement floor, last week he had an ex-CIA hitman get the old man across the street with piano wire for leaving his trash out early, and the other day Giblets took out his next-door neighbor by planting an alligator in his bed (he was the classy one). What's a planned murder or two between friends!
Some people say it's "not the Christian thing to do" but that's crap. Giblets has Jesus chain-smoking right here in his kitchen and he says he personally killed over five dozen men in three tours back in the 'Nam and too many women and children to count. "There was those six that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face," says Jesus stubbing out his cigarettes on the kitchen table. Then he starts babbling on about the dreams and how they "keep coming back and back and back." Christ, Jesus! Pull yourself together, you're embarrassing yourself!
posted by Giblets at 8:07 AM
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