Little General, after your latest hurricane crisis flop, it is time for one of you impassioned speeches. You know, the type of speech you like to give at police funerals, in front of young recruits, at shooting scenes, etc., where you act all tough and claim to "be mad" and then you get the applause of the peanut gallery minions you have promoted to unwarranted positions.
Get this you freaking mojon. You are a punk who has never done a lick of work in this department. You barely made it through high school where you had your lunch money taken from you on a daily basis. You cannot put two sentences together and those little Anavar anabolic steroid cycles you engage in regularly have warped your lizard brain.
So go ahead Little General, send out the obligatory email padding yourself and your work husband Mayor Gimenez on the back. You are the laughingstock of this department and those who smile and seem friendly to you snicker and criticize you as soon as you turn your back. You are a disaster Little General. A total sellout.
Get this you freaking mojon. You are a punk who has never done a lick of work in this department. You barely made it through high school where you had your lunch money taken from you on a daily basis. You cannot put two sentences together and those little Anavar anabolic steroid cycles you engage in regularly have warped your lizard brain.
So go ahead Little General, send out the obligatory email padding yourself and your work husband Mayor Gimenez on the back. You are the laughingstock of this department and those who smile and seem friendly to you snicker and criticize you as soon as you turn your back. You are a disaster Little General. A total sellout.