This ones real short because I pissed off the guard. He wanted Cuban Cigars but Fidel isn't responding to my one phone call a day! I hate that cuban prick. Me, And Osama will take care of him later. So the guard said only 2 minutes allowed online! I hate that guard, his name is Maurice Greenburg. Greenburger is more like it, his back is so mossy! ( Read more... )

It was harder to get the guard to let me use the computer this time. Bubba got involved. Bubba is rough around my edges but he can slip it in good sometimes. Ahem, Well, As for me, I have to face the Counsel on my "mass murdering" and my "plotting against america". Whatever, I love americans! They have good whores. Another terrorist came into the ( Read more... )

You see, I got out of my cell, by selling the guards a pack of cig's a day for just 10 minutes, 10 minutes to talk to you livejournal, about world domination, my love Osama, and me getting raped by back alley abortionist. Oh Osama, I can't believe I got caught. I mean, well, I was in a hole living on HotDogs and Spam, I midaswell gased myself out, ( Read more... )