BILLINGSGATE POST: Squishing cockroaches is not a job for a gentleman as refined and
exquisitely educated as Dr. Billingsgate. But someone has to step on the bastards, before another generation of the despised insects inbreed with each other and take over the White House in a bloodless coup.
WARNING: Latin expletives appear in this story.
The cast of cockroaches:
Adam Schiff: The diminutive one. A pencil-neck geek with a penchant for pursing his lips like a horny homopteran.
Dr. B: “Te futueo et caballum tuum.” [1]
Maxine Waters: Famous for being bitten on the neck with her own false teeth. Claims to have recipe for impeachable upside-down cake.
Dr. B: “Es scortum obscenus vilis.” [2]
Nancy Pelosi: She has not aged gracefully at all. Has creeping eyebrows and peepers like two piss-holes in a snow bank.
Dr. B: “Vescere bracis meis.” [3]
Deep State Operatives: The real cockroaches, who weren’t swept out when the Obamas vacated the joint. They come out of the walls at night. Their only enemy; the light of day.
Dr. B: “Puto bos esse molestissimos.” [4]
Slim: “Sounds like Trump should call Corky’s Cockroach Control.”
Dirty: “Yo, Dude. If you can’t squash them, bash them.”
Latin Glossary:
[1] Screw you and the horse you rode in on.
[2] You are a vile, perverted ho.
[3] Eat my shorts.
[4] I think that you are very annoying.
