Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I'm Late...I'm Late...For A Very Important...

CRASH
At least he didn't kill anyone. That's about the only good thing one might offer for a Kennedy, and it does task me to present anything in this swines defense, but breeding will win out in the end. His manifest destiny is to remain an alcoholic misfit, winning election after election because of his proximity to Camelot, and will expire when a jester's position opens in heaven because the good Lord does have a sense of humor or the existence of the Kennedy clan would be unexplainable.

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