Cuckoo’s Nest on 23rd Street
The VA is nothing like the loony bin in Cuckoo’s Nest. In fact, it is not as exciting as JP McMurphy’ s fictional hospital. At least in Cuckoo’s Nest they got to drink booze, eat pussy, bang hookers, go fishing in a stolen boat, and get an occasional electric shock treatment.
This place is happy. This fucking place is like the fucking Marriot Hotel…no! it is more like a Hilton. The rooms are spotless, so clean that you could lick the floors (and considering all of the dirty cunts that I ate out, that’s not saying much!)
Fortunately I get to write this blog from a contraband computer. I can’t tell you how, who, why, or what, but believe me it was not easy secreting a fucking computer up my ass to write this blog.Â
I suppose you are feeling sorry for me! Well go fuck yourselves! Here is can have peace of mind..read…watch CNN…talk with other sedated people just like me. I miss my pastrami, my porno, jerking off without being watched on a surveillance camera. Other than that, I am waiting to get out of here and saving my annual cum load for Laura Bush’s face.Â
Can you imagine that Laura Bush sucks George’s pimpled cock…riddled with syphillis, gonnorhea, and scurvy? Poor woman… When Bush is out of office and chopping wood on his fucking ranch, i would like to pay them a visit to eat her pussy. I want ot lay wood while he is chopping wood.
Nice fucking work George! A fucking war in which we lost thousands of young and healthy members of our armed forces, hundreds of thousands injured mentally and physically, thousands displaced… and his fucking buddies are raking in the bucks at Blackwater and Haliburton.Â
Maybe if the fucking shoe landed it would have woken that numbskull up!
By the way, were those shoes Bruno Maglie loafers? I think that it was fucking OJ who lent that crazy Iraqi a pair of OJ’s shoes ! We might as well blame OJ for that (and global warming).
Anyway I will be at the VA in Brooklyn starting tommorrow. If you know of any dirty douchebags who need to have their holes cleaned, send them to the Psych Ward, Bathroom “B,” last stall on the right. I think that something other than Xanax and Valium might make me feel better!
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FUC-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-K YOU!
LOVE…
AL
December 18th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
Al come back to V A 23st We need you to listen to our fucking bullshit. What’s Bklyn got anyway? Well we got more bullshit then they do Al. blessings on your cranium Tom
December 18th, 2008 at 9:34 pm
Laura always made my penis do its best turtle-in-shell imitation. She is about as dry as week-old roadkill in the Sahara Desert, and probably smells twice as bad.
Hillary was a good-looking broad when she was younger, at least until she opened her mouth. No wonder Bill was always trying to hump anything with a pulse.
Once thing I must admit I’ve learned from Al is to prepare for the future. I’ve been squirreling away at least a tenth of every buck I’ve earned since I started reading this blog. Oh, and the words “prenuptial agreement” have been burned into my soul with a cattle iron.
I do have a question for Al, and I hope he’ll answer it sometime within the next six months: why in the hell did you leave the land of sunshine and medical marijuana for that armpit of the north known as Ozone Park? An act like that doesn’t exactly fulfill the stereotype of the intelligent Jew, you know.
December 25th, 2008 at 7:41 pm
Happy Hanukkah Al! Try to enjoy the new year and keep on blogging. Many look forward to your blog posts.
December 26th, 2008 at 11:30 am
I don’t feel sorry for you Al. You’ve had the best of everything. Actually, maybe Nurse Ratchet will put a big dildo up your tarhole. You lucky guy.
December 26th, 2008 at 8:06 pm
Al, you are the result of your own decisions. Your life and your end is all your fault. For all the hate you spewedd in your lifetime, you deserve it.
Adios
December 27th, 2008 at 9:32 am
Laura Bush? No way! This still doesn’t read like Goldstein’s voice. Seems like Bobble has ghostwritten him into senility. Go figure.