Twitter Digest: Ted Nugent And Secret Service To Bang Whores, Barbecue A Dog
Twitter Digest: Ted Nugent And Secret Service To Bang Whores, Barbecue A Dog
Ted Nugent is having a barbecue with the Secret Service, because he simply cannot stop asking ladies and Barack Obama to ride his machine gun, and suck on his machine gun, and die from the bullets ejaculating forth from his machine gun, and now he is like a black Jew at a Klan rally, he says, meaning he is Being Oppressed! (That is what you do to blacks and maybe Jews.)
As for the Secret Service probe, Nugent said that he will be meeting with officials on Thursday.
“We actually have heard from the Secret Service and they have a duty. I support them. I salute them. And I look forward to our meeting tomorrow,” he said. “I‘m sure we’ll have a great conversation…bottom line is, I‘ve never threatened anybody’s life in my life. I’ve never threatened. I don’t waste breath threatening.”
He continued, going on to reiterate his respect for the law enforcement officials.
“We’re going to have a little barbecue get together,” he said.“And I’m not trying to diminish the seriousness of this, because if the Secret Service are doing it they are serious. They are dedicated and I will be as polite and supportive as I possibly can be, which will be thoroughly.”
Also, Barack Obama totally ate Fluffy, and we for one are fine with that. Wait, where'd all our PETA ads go? [ TheBlaze ]
What troubles me about Uncle Ted is my comparison to the Dixie Chicks. When W was elected in 2000 they sang a song which pissed of the GOP to the point that they were banned from several radio stations and were essentially forced into an undeserved 18 month hiatus.
12 years later Ted comes out and makes some preposterous statements which can be easily deemed as being threats and he announces that him and the Secret Service will have a little BBQ and he'll show them respect.
Hypocritical goat fuck.
<b>Mona Lisa Vito</b>: [comes out of the bathroom] <blockquote>Imagine you&#039;re a deer. You&#039;re prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?</blockquote> -- &quot;My Cousin Vinny&quot;