Man this south dakota governor is easy on the eyes, lowest tax rate in America, I'd like to see that ....
https://youtu.be/Tgp7fgXWdaI
Anyway, let's get into character, there'll be an election in no time, people are getting shot on the streets in America and cops are being prosecuted for upholding the law.... Legalizing pot hasn't worked well....
Remember how I was imagining how great it'd be if fox news gave me a job? I was saying I'd have Braille signs on my windowsills in my office saying 'i do what I want', just like Cartman, and I'd be getting paid fortunes just to get lost on road trips
.... There was even montage scene with wavey screen dissolve and harp music. I created a CV, applied over the internet, I even got a response, a rejection....
But what if I could infiltrate through the front door, dressed in overalls that said Acme Water Coolers and a fake beard and glasses. Cue the new invention music....
https://youtu.be/rog8ou-ZepE
With my map of the floor in my pocket I stride to a water cooler lead by some shmuck, possibly a shmendrick, from HR, with two water coolers on my shoulders and a duffel bag... I'm left alone by the water cooler.... I produce my floor map, x marks Poindexter's Sunday morning show chair, if possible I'll leave a whoopee cushion on Chris' chair. A pentagram shows studio where the five is produced in I head that way leaving my water jugs behind. I get changed in a quiet room, no longer wearing a beard or overalls. I find Gutfeld's desk and leave a photo of the Golden State serial killer with white out scrawled over it, 'gay marriage means we can be together forever', tick, mission component achieved, Operation Heal the Lame is in effect. I find Juan's desk and leave anti fat shaming propaganda including photos of Juan watching the Cleveland Show
(Example:. https://youtu.be/xe9OLvOMt3c )
Put yourself in Cleveland's son's shoes, would you like to be fat shamed? Black Lives Matter is taking attention away from Fat Lives Matter, sign our petition and shove it down your Congress person's pants (or skirt). Shame on you for shaming fat people.
Tick. Next I locate Waters then approach him when he's alone. I brandish a switch blade to his throat and threaten to cut it open unless he agrees to go down in the fifth. Say, 'sí guey,' if you're in agreement or you'll get kneed in the balls I tell him. 'Sí guey,' he croaks back.
Great, my work is done, I casually head to the elevator. Mike the ex CIA guy is there I coolly offer him a choice of spearmint or juicy fruit from the side pouch of my duffel bag which I've conveniently turned inside out after changing out of my overalls which are inside. I get out on the 47th floor and use the little known laundry chute to exit the building. Swish it's all net. Did I mention Shirley Basset was crooning Goldfinger in the elevator? You had to be there.
Going down in the fifth is like a thing...
https://youtu.be/ewMLAX_DphQ
