Rob Ford here, perhaps better known THESE days as “the man who has unspecified allegations against him which do not pertain to this particular piece of writing so why bother mentioning them.” In my youth, I wrote a good yarn or two which I still keep pinned up in the fridge of my house. One of them was a story about a bunch of bird who thought the sky was falling, and it was a satire on a previously written, perhaps more famous story with a similar theme.
Right now, I have to be honest with you, the future of my career is a little uncertain. I was sitting in front of my computer after a long day of dealing with the camera wielding SCUMBAGS out on my street, God bless them, they are just doing their jobs, when I decided it was time to try my hand at a bit of the ol' writing just in case things go south for yours truly, Rob Ford, the now, still, CURRENT, Mayor His HONOR of Toronto, HOW DARE anyone say otherwise?
HEY BRO HOPE U DONT MIND I USE OUR PICTURE
I can see it now. "The Fordz". Or "Soldierz of Fordune". Or "Ford Wickedly." Something like that. It will probably be popular; but not as popular as my wifes pussy is swollen and red from the ravenous scrape of my cat-like, sandpaper tongue.
Get it? Its dry. From all the pussy I've been eating.
LOOK WHO CAME: