Your tax dollars working for you.

done killed my innards, Chato. Must'v been them greens and maters you wetbacks forgot to wash all that salmanila off of. Y'all Mexicans must crap in yer fields and leaves splatters all over the produce.

Y'know the happy couple would have had a whole brood of terrorists; better to hit them now before they start hitting us.

Blasted them little heffers to Kingdom Kum's Kapital. Anytime, y'all.

comes 'roun ter give some reglar stinky butt-hole cleanin' fer his master is a tellin tales 'bout how he could jes feel dang-awful thangs sorta squirmin round in mah butt while he were checkin it out wif his black tube-steak. Gotta go now 'n buy some vittles - gonna chow-down on some more of that Chato butt-fixin chilli afores ah git butt-rot. At least Ricky ain't no homersexyul prevert puttin paint on mah lips n face, chasin after ugly old sexully retarded men.

"At least Ricky ain't no homersexyul prevert puttin paint on mah lips n face, chasin after ugly old sexully retarded men."

U kan say that again.