Well, it's good ta hear e'erybody had fun. Earlier taday sumbody forwarded meh an email frum some aye-nonny-muss dipshit's gmail account, whar sum sumbitch said he KNEW that thar wuz a raid a-goin' ta happen at tha party. Sum such bullshee'yit 'bout how it wuz all a solicitamatashun o' prostimatushun an' an illegal lottery so tha hammer o' tha gods wuz all set ta cum down on it, tha raid wuz a done deal. An' this lyin' needledick bugfukker said he wuz an insider and knew whut he wuz a-flappin' hiz gums about. So tha person thet forwarded tha email asked meh if'n Ah thougth thar wuz enny danger.
Ah called ma good buddy, Greg "Rollin' Thunder" Abbot, an' he said, if'n ain't nobody gettin' nekkid an' gittin' busy on tha spot and ain't no dinero o' prizes goin' hand ta hand right thar, thet thar wuldn't be no way ta get no convictions. So Ah toldt tha person thet sent meh tha email, to go ahaid, jus' mind yer p's & q's.
Now, whutever y'all think o' ol' Whisperola, 'r whutever y'all think hiz motives are, thet's just sum gottdamm junior high school, bald-pube, lilly-livvered, cowardly, carpetbaggin', gutless, rat-fukkin' prank ta pull an' spread thet kinda bullsheeyit. Ah mean, if'n ya hate 'im thet much, grow a gottdamm pair o' cojones an' sprout a dick and take it up wif the fella, mano ah mano. Whoever it wuz, musta bin sum grudge-full jackass thet's dun crossed pork-swords wif ol' Whisperola on this h'yar board an' din't get tha best o' tha man so they decided ta piss on hiz parade as best they culd. So, Ah figger tha list o' tha usual suspects iz longer than an elly-funt's dick, fer shore. But Ah gots mah suspicions.
Now, who wants ta go get sum Crissmuss tamales wif meh? Gittin' all pissed-off dun werked mah appy-tite!