updates:
the Palin/Fey dog (with the Jane's Addiction soundtrack) - catching fish in their maws like good momma grizzlies, Palin/Fey were betrayed by their prey which turned out to be piranha fish thriving in canada due to climate change, both Palin and Fey who had taken on the form of bears like a werewolf movie or some crap about Beowulf reverted back to (naked or bare) human form as their maws reverted to human mouths which were decimated by the piranhas -- both were pale - not because of Palin's last name but because of a general lack of sunshine --- their pale naked (bare) bodies lay on the forest floor in the northern climes like a Norsca commercial, their mouths a bloody wreck -- their tongues having been masticated and torn and ripped by the piranhas, blood spattered their otherwise becoming (becoming being either a- hot or b- becoming human from bear form and bare and hot anyway) naked (and pale) bods..... they lay unconscious -- someone call an ambulance....
meanwhile Shephard Smith from Fox News was laying a wreath for his dead great-great-grandparents that died fighting the Spaniards in the Spanish-American war over New Mexico and Texas, Raul Garcia from old Cadiz, an important staging ground in Spain for the heavy galleons that crossed the Atlantic weighed down with Andean gold and silver puffed on a cigarrette and watched Smith and muttered under a tree, 'me cago en tus putos muertos, tronco,' which means, 'i shit on your whorish dead, trunk,' but which would be better translated as: 'i shit on your son-of-a-bitch dead, dude.'
The American Media: an astoundingly well-kept secret was that every year the American Media held a massive rave party with a secret location and flashing lights and ecstasy.... every year they secretly made their preparations, lovingly preparing their glow-sticks, silver swimming trunks, whistles, adidas shoes, sunglasses and sundry rave-party apparel and paraphernalia.... Tom Brokaw was God at this annual party as he was the only mainstream journalist to have Anthrax sent him by Khalid Sheikh Mohammed from a stash some said could only be made by advanced scientists from America or Russia.... Tom Brokaw was so cool at these parties all the women, from the minor city rags destined for the scrapheap thanks to the internet and mobile phones with internet and the internet era of journalism and goodbye newspaper and one dollar and hello free internet news, (that was a lot to squeeze between two commas) - wanted to rub up against Brokaw as they enjoyed their ectasy rush and the crowd whooped ecstatically when the DJ hit a high point....
in Iran Akmadinajihad ran a bath, 'I ran a bath,' he said to his wife as he walked into the room in showery-flip-flop things and a bath robe ready for his bath-time.... 'da Ba'ath party,' he said..... 'hey,' he said to his wife, 'you know, i think i've misjudged these Americans all along, i just saw that Travolta/Williams movie with the guerilla and that other actor whose name nobody knows except for his mother.'
'yes,' nodded understandably Akmadinjihad's wife.
'and, well, that was such a great movie, it has completely revolutionized my opinion of Americans, after all, we Iranians have had many revolutions and revolution is no stranger amongst us,' said the President.
'well the women from Desperate Housewives and Sex in the City are arriving today in just a few hours, so we will receive them as heroes?'
Akmadinajihad (the President), instead of answering with words of his own, poignantly went through his David Bowie collection until he found the song, 'we could be heroes,' and played it.
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