The woman whose son was killed by your stinking rip-off Iraqi War, huh, dinky, georgie? She followed you around like her son's ghost, huh, georgie. She haunted you at every turn, huh, puny gwb? She's still on you, huh, dinky georgie? Did you make it to the bathroom after that last mourning - mommy ordered nightmare? We didn't think so, little fellah. Every dead son's mom, is dark-partying in your adam's apple, puny georgie. That woman who tracked you through infinite GOP Hell, is still on you,... Sign in to see full entry.