As there are only a finite number of these Charlie Brennan emails, we’re gonna slow down on posting them. Besides being the disdainful pox-ridden debauchee you know us as, we are a firm believer in the sucker-punch. We don’t want Brennan to know when one of these motherfuckers is gonna drop. We just want to ensure he’s checking in daily, a sick gutshot feeling washing over him as he wonders what new facet of his Jim Bakker side is about to be exposed.
There will be more, we promise. And as soon as we can pry ourselves away from the fourteen-year-olds and the wine, we will update our sidebar with links to those already posted so you may reread them at your leisure.
God bless you, Mr. Brennan, for all you’ve given us.
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