Ken Lay, Enron founder, cheater, stealer and liar, died on Wednesday*.
"I guess when you're facing the rest of your life in jail and in your heart you know you're an innocent man, I guess it's too much to bear."
-Willie Alexander, a friend of Lay
Right. And I don't have a wedgie right now.
Puhlleeeease.
*I waited a day before I posted. Respect.
6 comments:
I hated everything about the man except his delicious potato chips.
That's seven new posts for you, you dangerously prolific fuck. I HAVE A LIFE* OUTSIDE OF THIS BLOG, YOU KNOW.
*actual life may be exaggerated for comedic purposes.
Seriously. It's easier to make drip castles down by the water. You see, the sand is already wet.
ah, ms fits. you full-on know i do not have a life. why rub it in, you life-haver you.
a man DIED for chrissakes! can we focus on THAT?
hey, how was that vagina jerky i brought you back from vermont?
(cringe)
That vagina jerky encouraged me to squat on a beach accordingly.
May I just point out here that the term 'squat on a beach' is possibly the most rancid and offensive grouping of words in existence. Thank you.
Ahhhh, nice. my blog: bringing people together, sharing, caring, and other crap like that.
gotta love it.
let's all go squat on a beach and celebrate.
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