Williamson is a no-talent dummy, but he doesn't just gurgle the piss of the establishment. No, he swims in it, wallows in it, drinks deep of all the rancid and foul and miasmic piss his betters can loose all over him. Williamson sucks the piss from the tap, giggling happily as the rank excreta buoys his pathetic soul. Kevin Williamson can only exist as a pissboy. He's living his dream. To him, carrying the pissbucket and being showered in rock-ribbed repellent filth every second of every day of his life is being the very best teabagger he can be. He's found his place in the establishment. Sad!
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