From the archives

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 Brothers and Sisters - It is with a heavy heart I brought Brother Kevorkian home to heaven.  He made an initial investment in our timeshare program long ago.  And now, that investment has paid off.  He is enjoying his little room in my mansion; only this one has windows instead of bars.  At any rate....



Brother Kevorkian was one of my trusted advisors and his work was never completed while here on project Earth.  Man, I could rely on him to take care of business when modern medicine got in the way of progress.  Remember that guy with Lou Gerhigs disease he killed...  Finally.  I tried 3x and struck out.  So, I enlisted brother Kevorkian.  He took care of it in a matter of days.  We were both so proud of this accomplishment.  It was aired on 60 minutes.  From then on, life got complicated and we were forced to dis-associate from each other.  Jack - Thanks for taking one for the team!

Think of Dr. Death (his nickname I gave him)  Kind to think of it, I only give nicknames (pet names) to people I like.  It's something Dubya and I have in common.  He had "brownie" and I have "dr. death."  I like mine better - they're much more original and fitting?  Brownie?  Isn't that some kind of junior girl scout or cookie?  Made by Betty CrOCKer.  Oh wait.  I thought Betty CROCker invented those shoes all the kids wear that can be hosed down and dried quickly to clean.  I especially love the jibbits.  Jibbits for Jesus.  I must alert the board of Jesus!, Inc. to explore this money making opportunity.

Less I digress... 

Got a little side tracked there.  Squirrel!  Dr. Death is my hitman.  God's hitman.  Killing for Jesus.  Kinda like Hitler only more humane and with the best intentions - except for that one where he asphyxiated that old guy in front of his wife with a big plastic bag because he ran out of chemical.  Boy, that was a botched job.  I'm glad I gave him a chance to redeem himself.  He came out pretty good.

Remember, from a previous post, I think of myself as the king of pleasure.  Put here, with you, to minimize suffering and enhance enjoyment.  Kinda like Mary Jane.

Anyway...  I think I am going to give poetry a try...

Ode to Jack:
Dr. Death you were the best.
I called on you to lay them to rest.
You were quick and easy,
Some people thought you were sleazy.
They put you in jail
And left no option for bail.
When you died
I know I cried.
Thankfully you're here with me
Now let's hang out and watch some Glee!
Once that's done
We'll have some fun.

You bring the weed.  I got the bong.  Together we'll bake someone happy.

I can't wait.

Winning! - Jeezus.

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