Your honor,
My (choreography) client, Miss Spears, is not a Torres Strait Islander, and not some kind of dumb fuggen shlut with no redeeming qualities. She is a woman of principle. When I was homeless in Los Angeles California, around the time she famously shaved her hair, ten dollars of her tax money, paid for the roofing at the homeless shelter, New Image, in downtown LA. Thank God for steel roofs and the powdered chemicals used to seal them, also found in Big Mac nuns, sorry, buns. Your honor, do not let your loved ones eat those buns, they will get cancer and a high paid lawyer will laugh at your misery and say, 'fuggoff yer farken shlut'. Such is the dog eat dog we live in your honor and I would vouch my dying breath you know this to be true, or ten thousand souls in India that may die of Coronavirus before me. I cannot say that Miss Spears covered my entire stay in your delightful Californian homeless shelters where I was positively white amongst a hundred or more of your black citizenry there, as I myself was paying taxes to the IRS at the time and paid my own way through your State (California).
Your honor, the controversial and despised President, George W Bush was never known to say: fugg off yer farken shlut, as my Torres Strait Islander brothers and sisters would say. But anyone in their right mind would know that's how he felt about Bin Laden and the Taliban.
Your honor I guarantee there's been a time in your life when you wished you could have said: fugg off yer farken shlut. But you bit your tongue (maybe not literally), because you were educated better than that. Maybe someone stole your parking spot at the last moment or your college professor graded you a B-.
Your honor my client has not known normal Torres Strait Islander life: going to school, going to college, that kind of thing, she has always been raised from early age to follow her dream and become a performer. Maybe some mischievous cad broke her poor cotton picking heart your honor, a fuggen shlut with a devil may care attitude that captured her heart and then flung it aside like vermin filled KFC from a dungheap: we don't really know your honor. It's easy to say my client is a dumb fuggen shlut who should just get farked the fuggen shlut and fugoff, but if you knew how beloved she was amongst both abbos and Torres Strait Islanders, maybe you'd say: fugg off yer fuggen shlut to her Conservatorship.
If you've ever been fond or cared for a fuggen shlut, possibly a niece of your own, show my client a care, remove her IUD and give her an HUD (heads up display) and tell her conservatorship to fuggoff yer farken shlut.
On behalf of my Torres Strait Islander brothers and sisters, sorry for bad choreography and every single fuggen shlut in California and elsewhere that should just go on a get farked.
Thank you your honor and God Bless America, your home sweet home.
https://youtu.be/DUgjbe_9-To
No comments:
Post a Comment