to hell and back
Apparently, the Power Twins are very, very much dead. Here, you can see for yourself.
That was appetizing, wasn't it?
In a way, I believe it was necessary to show those photos. There are too many people out there who need substantial, signifcant proof in order to believe anything that comes out of the White House. Well, that looks like proof to me.
Of course, there will always be those moonbats who will cry PHOTOSHOP! Because nothing is ever enough for them.
Perhaps we should put their heads on spikes and have a cross-country caravan tour the country, and a DNA Lab-On-Wheels will follow closely behind the spiked heads, spitting out proof of death the whole time. Then a Winnebago modded out to look like a small movie theater inside can show a constant film on the brothers' exploits: Q & U: The Decadent Years.
Nah, that wouldn't be enough, either. The moonbats would just be asking where the all the ancient urns and statues have gone to.
Pardon the caustic mood. I just spent 40 minutes in DMV Red Tape Hell, which, as everyone knows, is the unamed circle of hell in Dante's Inferno: The Lost Episodes. At least the good Dr. will be happy to know I am no longer driving around with an expired registration.
Hmm...I'd be happy to take the dripping, oozy, bloody heads of the brothers myself and tie them to my bumper. Then I can drive around with expired platelets! Hah!
Excuse me while I go engage in some sugar therapy.