Saturday, November 11, 2017

What? I Don't Even Know Charles Manson!!

Whew. Thank God Brutus didn't tell him about the many LSD-fueled sex orgies I attended throughout the 1960s and 1970s. And I'm just going to let Wilberforce have this moment--he doesn't need to know about my desertion and proclivity for Vietnamese prostitutes. Speaking of which, it's almost time to purchase my plane tickets for this year...

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