One Sunday night, back in 1988 RS and some buddies were sitting around the hookah watching The Tracy Ulman Show segue into Married, With Children with a Simpsons short. RS emerging from the haze, in front of witnesses mind you muttered these immortal words. You know, this channel is funny. They should do their own news.
That's how FNC was born and now RS wants his piece of the pie. 
You, sir, obviously are aware that Chief S itting Bull was once best buds with the lying tits primitive, the "TominTib" primitive.
So it wouldn't surprise me if the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive "adapted" some of the lying tits primitive's manners.
It's true, very true--during the late 1960s, the two of them hitch-hiked all over the Great American Southwest, during which time Chief S itting Bull, born and raised in New Hampshire, got this romantic notion that he was partially of Native American derivation.
It's one of the ways primitives "identify" with the oppressed classes; they pretend to be one of them.
To my knowledge, no primitive has ever alleged to be descended from one of the oppressor classes; only the oppressed classes. In addition to the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, sir, I offer as additional examples Doug's stupid ex-wife and the primitive woman bothered by cold weather (the "TroubleInWinter" primitive), all of whom are as likely to be Native American or Latina or Samoan as franksolich is to be Chinese.
Anyway, three years ago, the lying tits primitive, living in California, decided to head back east to visit his old pal. Chief S itting Bull got all agog and excited at the prospect of a reunion, and was really looking forward to strumming on a guitar, recollecting old times with an old friend he hadn't seen for years and years and years.
The old friendship apparently evaporated when the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive found out that his best bud had come 3,000 miles to see him, not to talk about the good old days, but simply to borrow some money.
