Black Back Agin

I told you he was through dancing, Comanche boy. No Neva. The Pathophysiology of Male Politicos. Hooker tired. Yeah, of you and your numbnuts. Loved? Mm, you'll just have to live on disgust and toady strokes. Mutiny sparking. It's Nixonia Mr. Militiaville, for you and your ha,ah,no faux "principles" and the 1 in 4, who'll get behind anything. Leave it broke. Replace it with foe. For your sodas. Same smells, better weaponry. Who said there was such a thing as sense?