Hey, lil georgie bush! Killin' a planet, hey? What about the ghosts, Runt?
That's what your mother called you, wasn't it George? Runt! You'd sneak up behind her and scare her at the worst possible moment. She'd spill her scalding hot tea on herself. As she screamed in pain, you'd scurry off, laughing. As she chased you like the Bart Simpson you are, she'd scream, you dirty little, Runt. So anyway, "Runt!," What are you going to do about "the ghosts." O.K. I concede the fact you can murder the planet. Release enough oil into our ex-beautiful waters to kill us. Did you... Sign in to see full entry.