Mary Shelley's Frankenhole2010

[Lyndon pisses on dead JFK]

Lyndon Brines Johnson:
You take it, you little slut. You little boston b*tch. Come on, now. Give it to me. YEEHAW! Yep. [zips his pants] He's dead alright.

LBJ's Assistant:
I never realized you could tell...like that.

Lyndon Brines Johnson:
Oh, yeah. Well, back on the farm, that was the only way to really make sure a cow a goner.

LBJ's Assistant:
You used to screw the wounds of cattle skulls?

Lyndon Brines Johnson:
Oh ho ho. Works like a charm.

LBJ's Assistant:
Poor President Kennedy.

Lyndon Brines Johnson:
There's still hope. I know a doctor. A monster doctor. I mean, he's a doctor for monsters. He's not a monster himself, but he did invent an immortality serum that makes him live forever, so I guess that makes him monster-like, but, I mean...