My God, he was there again this morning.  But he wasn’t alone.  He had a bodyguard.  A large black man who looked like he needed a crane or a team of small children to lift him from his chair.  He was glorious with his shit-head mustache caressing his chubby cheeks down to his chin.

He might have been Blob, but it’s hard to say.

Like this, only blacker and more velour sweat-suity.

I feel worse for Tracksuit Blob than I do for Corporate Lackey Wolverine, he at least has a job of some sort I think.  Tracksuit Blob just seems to Ed McMahon CLW’s startup company adventures.

I got out my camera to shoot the pair, but the landmass of a bodyguard was watching me.  I began to fear for my life, and then CLW spoke again.  Goddamn it he needs to stop doing that.  It ruins everything.  I can’t be intimidated by the mythos of Corporate Lackey Wolverine when I hear a little girl with a stuffy nose voice coming out of his big barrel chest.

I think I’m becoming obsessed with CLW.  There’s only one option.  I have to talk to him.  I’ve got to meet CLW and find out his story, it’s the only way I can put this to bed.  It’s beginning to distract me from the campaign.

About boomoy

Making the world unsafe for dumbocracy

Posted on February 4, 2011, in America, pop culture and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. hahahaha, I love CLW!


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