I couldn’t help but notice the trouble for poor ol’ Dub in Argentina this week… that was the inspiration for this warped little photoshop diary…I had a solid day off for the first time in a long time today, and thoroughly enjoyed deconstructing this flick… the surreality based community is alive and kicking, but working way too hard in this Bush Bannana Republic…
Much more after the fold!
…Wherever there is pain or injustice… we don’t care!
My Little Butterball
My little butterball has the sickest style
Dear little butterball, what you say is vile
Come give me your new scheme; taint some guy
And you and I might finger in deceit lie and lie, oh…
Dear little butterball, when your lies sound true
Oh little butterball, I can’t scream at you
You and I will meddle; frown; when our plotting comes unglued
Oh, dear little butterball, I am screwed…
Everybody !
My little butterball, has the sickest style
Dear little butterball, what you say is vile
You and I will meddle; frown; when our plotting comes unglued, Oh…
Dear little butterball
Sweet little butterball,
My little butterball
I am screwed
Lipbalm?
“Would you say that I have a plethora of protesters, Jefe?”
“Oh, yes, El Hugo… you have a plethora…”
Bullshitters on the Trail
Venezuela crude keep pumpin
From the fertile field below
You know pretty soon
That sweet yellow crude
Will find its way back to your hands you know.
Bullshitters on the trail
Little cowboy, loose your lies and scream
All of your buddies have sinned for morale
All your hard work is done
Just close your mind and scream little pal
Scream for someone
(Boom boom boom boom, etc.)
Bullshitters on the trail
Soft spin flowing through the memes above
All the other little cowboys
Back in the bunker now, so
Close your eyes and scream…
“Oh great! These are REAL bullets… you guys are in a lot of trouble…”
“Spin, Carmendoleezza! Spin like the wind!”
