Wet Works Well

 

Late 2010. 

I walked out of the ocean tired, my muscles hurting my legs wobbling. I'd swam out as far as the oil rigs which is pretty amazing considering I'd just started my exercise regime a week ago as soon as I hear that he was coming.  

My lungs were fighting against my chest and I really needed some fresh water to wash the taste of the sea water and sewage from my mouth. 

 

I had to have discipline, I wouldn't even allow myself to watch the lifeguards running in slow motion..... well a minute couldn't hurt.

 

Half an hour later I was off the beach and pounding the road on the punishing 12 mile jog back to my car.

I could see my red Dodge Dart in the distance, fuck running was shite no wonder I never do it. I reached my car and retrieved my keys from my secret sphincter purse, ugh that 'was' a wet one a mile back on the road. 

 

After making sure I grabbed the right water bottle and not a bottle of piss left over from a long drive I drank deeply. I knew in my gut that The Man was going to show today. My mind was elsewhere, I don't even remember running over yon hobo begging for money at the freeway entrance but when I got home his hand and part of his sign was lodged in my grill.

 

I couldn't read most of it due to the blood and entrails ..... I wonder if it was a humorous one. 'Family killed by Ninjas need money for karate lessons' heh heh heh  that makes me laugh every time, except karate is fer pussies and a Ninja would kick that Hobo's arse and so his revenge would be a failure... buy a gun dickhead. 

 

I walked to my door but my training and that extra 6th sense a long time operative has told me that someone was inside. I reached to my sphincter and pulled out my 9mm Glock and slowly opened the door.    

 

"Sharp as ever Knudsen" he said as he took a drag on his ciggie, "so yer still into fags then" says I lowering my pistol yet still keeping it ready, "Yes Knudsen and I also like cigarettes too."

Old Knudsen never judges, so what if he was a chain smoking fudge packer? as long as he didn't use my toilet I was fine with him.

The Man told me that the job they wanted me to do was ready. I was being reactivated cos Old Knudsen is the best at what he does.  The only problem was that Old Knudsen is jaded and now needs good reason to delete scumbags rather than blindly following orders, they knew what Old Knudsen wanted to hear.

"I know you hate commie spides" said The Man as he lit up another Marlboro. "Here are Castro and Chavez laughing at the death of Brittany Murphy last year, Chavez said he'd still tap that dead or not."    

 

Old Knudsen's face grew red and his lips set tight, he had lost part of his brain fighting the Russians in the Russian war of 53 and his anger was hard to control. "Damn their commie hides she was such a waste, first she marries that fat ugly bloke and then she dies in the shower, poor wee Brittany never got over our breakup."

 

"Chavez loves to go clubbing" said the ghey man of mystery as he tongued his fag. "Ok I'll do it, usual price for an A lister, you want assassination and patsy like JFK or plane crash like John Denver?"

The Man raised his eyebrow as if he had suddenly remembered all the skills Old Knudsen had. "I don't care if it takes years, I want you to do a Swayze."

The sound of  'Shes like the wind' came into Old Knudsen's head, to kill someone over a bad 80's pop song was strange but totally justified. 

Old Knudsen looked The Man in the eyes and smirked, "that would be my pleasure."

 

Chavez was like Jewish or something, he loved to kiss crosses. While on a cross kissing visit to a cross museum in Caracas it was easy enough to plant a cross that had been dipped in a jar of cancer right in front of the president.

Watching the dictator seal his own fate was like watching Hitler on a coke bender decide to invade Russia.
While Chavez had his suspicions and blamed the US for his non specific cancer no one ever took him seriously. 

Old Knudsen swam out at dusk to the waiting submarine the sound of  'I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody' suddenly came into his head ..... damn it I'll get to her soon enough he called out to his Greek chorus..... bitch shouldn't have used my toilet.
 

Cunts Of Colour

Police were called to the Whitehoose when it was reported that a gang of white weemen raping Negroes with huge erections and nines were trying to break in.

Senior officer Janice Hawker responded to find one high yellow fellow in a suit. When she asked him for identification he yelled, "You wouldn't ask a white man for his ID you racist fascist pig who has put the black man doon for hundreds of years."

Officer Hawker who loves black cock and was gagging for some replied she would and so suspected the male of being high or drunk.

The suspect who claimed he was president Obama was asked to do a field sobriety test which he failed, this consisted of dancing, speaking Ebonics and giving dap.

Once officer Hawker saw how white he was she gave Mr Obama his crack pipe and bottle of malt liquor back and said, "Carry on practicing being black sir and have a good night."

Mr Obama replied, "Iiiiiiight sugar titties, don't be hating da playa."


Meanwhile on Who wants to be a millionaire:



No friends left to phone as they have all taken cyanide, yer 50/50 of the audience put into camps and the answer you didn't like has been taken away and executed.


For $200 you said "B: Jews start all the wars, is this yer final solution?"


In Venezuela


Danny Glover discusses with his friend Hugo the chav the implications of racism on the young and how to plot the doon fall of white America with extreme leftist propaganda.




Old Knudsen is bored with racism, gheyism, ageism, sectarianism and any other isms you have going.

A big gun with a lot of bullets in the hands of Old Knudsen will only bring about peace and harmony for the world.

The only acceptable ism is sexyism.

The Ugly Face Of War

Why do the beautiful people never stand out in the sun and protest? I might actually care then.

I like Hugo Chavez, I don't support him I just like his moxy. He may want to destroy America well thats understandable considering all they have done in the world, the same with the British. I will of course have no trouble killing Chavez but I'll make it quick, c'mon he snogged Cindy Sheehan to piss off Bush, the guy has style (and guts)

Is Sheehan still married? I don't know but that cunt closed his eyes when he kissed her, either he slipped her the tongue or she was too ugly even for that tosser. You can see she changed tops thats because the second picture was taken the next day and she got her peace sweat shirt all stained with Latino jizz.

Experts here at old Bitter Balls did a mock up of what their American born love child will look like, the Names Laura and Barbara have been mentioned.

The crowd is getting ugly.

It looks like they fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way doon , if the police wade in with mace and batons they may improve their features a bit.

For fucks sake break out the bags I'm sure its unhygienic being total mingers, a face for radio and no mistake, hey I don't fancy yers much, to be honest neither do I.