Here is the story so far... (Phew took me ages..)

 

 

 

Dear Mr. President, you lied to all of america about the freaking oil, you son of a gun. so i love processed chicken spread on a big plane

 

which is about to be eaten by ogres who are very good on chicken pie. You killed my mum, incidentally while making out. I wish you'd stop

 

being a raw turkey eater because I hate turkey. Especially raw turkeys. Their radiation causes my skin on my couch Which then stains on the

 

monkey's nasty brown @$$ Silenced So I left you a surprise party in your meeting room of parties and such and we plan to make the make the

 

moose dance around in girls' frilly underpants which look like fat cows. Why do the dogs Lick their own house. when they chase cats and

 

eat white clocks. But then the cats he chased ran into the president's room of...

sexy house parties

of old men

that were very

hot from your

bathtub that was

foaming out green

slime and thinking

that they should...

go to the

room of hookers...

for punch and...

late night craziness.

but then you

fall of your

rubber duck and...

...tumble into the...

tray of pies.

 

 

 

(Only read the last post, so it's extra funny.)

then you try

To be Cool

And wipe off

all the cool

...jelly that you...

ate you fat

ugly,lard eating