Once Bill had finally won the office of Mayor, his life-long dream to exact his revenge on the mall Santa who tried to bugger him by the Orange Julius stand was realised. "The lot of them", he said. "Put every last one of them on a fucking boat and run them out of town." He said. Mayor Bill slept like a baby that night.
October 12, 1992: Vice President Quayle's reproduction of the Santa Maria for the Columbus quincentennial celebration was barely scuttled in the nick of time.
It'd been a hard battle, and there'd been some losses along the way. Rico, most notably. If it wasn't for Rico, they knew they'd all be dead. They thanked him in their prayers nightly. But there was no looking back now. Only forward. To a better future. To the revolution they'd just begun.
-As it just so happened, The Count from Sesame Street happened to be walking down the street. Seeing this, he nearly came.
-Though much is made of the African slave trade, few acknowledge the one that exists in our midst today. All so Su-Youn can get her kimono, and Sven his goatcheese. Enjoy, you stinky little bastards. Enjoy.
