Yo Nancy!
Yes, you, ya DUmbshit! Who'd you think I was talkin' to, smart mouth?
Why don't you just come right on over here, put on yer f'in jackboots, and MAKE ME Shut the **** Up?
In fact, why don't you you bring yer drinkin buddy the pedophile Will Pitts, and, oh how 'bout yer friend, the 250 lb Underground Manx. Maybe you could ask Sparkly if her husband, Stinky the Clown (my God, if there was ever a moment of truth in advertising on the F'ing DUmp...) can come up from the basement to play too. Bring all of them candy-assed, whiney, pathetic NeoCommie bitches you call friends with you, and all of you can take your best shot at making me Shut the **** Up, eh?
I'll bring a lunch, because wiping you shit-stains off of my boots is going to take all friggin' day.
I'll just be waiting fer ya, okay?
Just like the DUmmies that got all orgasmic and elected him, Duh Fuhrer isn't good for much more than making sure that the pot and Cheetos supply in America doesn't overwhelm demand. He's a stupid, corrupt, pwned chump; just like the rest of you ass clowns. He couldn't get into office without massive voter fraud; now that he's in office, he's in so far over his head that the Secret Service has to pipe sunlight in to his sorry ass; and when he's gone from office - 4 years from now - he won't even be lamented as much as the Russians lamented the loss of Uncle Joe.
Does that get you all riled up there Nance? Don't you just want to come over here and make me Shut the **** Up now? Don't you just want to get a buncha your sick, degenerate friends to come cram my words about Dear Leader down my disgusting, lying liar of a Rethug throat?
Well, I'm not stopping you, sweetie.