I asked him his name, he said, “my name is Bullmush.”
I said, “You are blowing Bullmush bubbles with your ass in my head.”
He said, “Its a primitive yet plaintive growth medium for bad ideas.”
I asked him if there were other Texas rodeo clowns and he said, “Bullshit.”
He said Bullshit is a Texas rodeo clown more senior than him and if he got Bullshit’s job it would be a step up from Bullmush.
He looked at me and said, “Ted Cruz is nothing special, but he speaks Bullmush, my lost language that pre-existed real grammatical politics.”
This is a powerful language for those with weakened intellectual defense mechanisms.
I felt a great desire to turn Bullmush into Bullshit and get a flat shovel.
Bullmush the scary Texas rodeo clown just smiled and said, “thanks.”
He knew the shoveling would never end.