1. Are you sending me money, antlers?
2. What do I owe you?
3. I expect its pretty safe to say I've sent Uncle Ze ro much more that you?
4. WTF is it to you?
5. Where do you work and what do you do?
6. What have I said that was, in the scheme of things, untrue?
7. At this point, WTF does it matter, as long as I answer the call in the middle of the night.

I already have weird calls coming in that can't be traced from one of your pos chicken schitt buds from DC with different 202 numbers, thankfully when I'm not on call at night as the sucker is evidently only allowed in .gov offices in normal business hours.



The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time by the blood of patriots and tyrants.

If being stupid allows me to believe in Him, I'd wish to be a retard. Eisenhower and G Washington should be good company.