Can you imagine having controversial director and liberal political commentator stay at your place for the night? My fingers are trembling at the thought of it. The sounds and smells that would interrupt an otherwise silent night the ungodly damage he did to your bathroom the empty refrigerator; can you imagine how terrible it would be?

I’m not afraid to say Hey Michael Francis Moore! You’re a sloppy fat fuck! Not enough people make fun of you for it! Your obesity should be mocked at every opportunity! You’re so quick to point out ones flaws manipulate the audiences with your bias “creative licenses” and often attack unsuspecting people who hardly even have anything to do with your “documentaries.” I got an idea for your next movie. Can you guess what I’m thinking? Yeah that’s right: why don’t you make a film about America’s startling weight problem? Whew. Now that I got that out of my system we can carry on.

Dang where was I? Oh yeah that’s right. Having Michael Francis Moore crash at your place would be the worst. I bet he’s

"Sorry I broke your toilet. Again. And I'm sorry that I drank all of your Mountain Dew. Again. But most of all I'm sorry that I keep making movies. I'm so so sorry."

the kind of bastard that has to pee 15 times a night then blows his nose really loud and grunts and farts as he lumbers back to his bed.

Can you imagine how intense this weener would snore? I’m sure he breaths heavily doing the most minuscule tasks but picture him laying on his back and having all of his blubber compress his chest as he inhales deeply. It’d be enough to crack concrete which in turn would make you want to hang yourself.

I bet he’d always want to do something but make you put forth most of the effort. “Waaah are we going to stay inside alllll day? Can’t you drive me somewherrrrrrre? I’m starving… can you drive me to a Krispy Kreme and a Blockbuster Video so I can see how many people have rented my movieeeees? Come oooooooooooooooon!” It’s like “No dude fuck off. There’s a McDonalds and a Taco Bell a couple of streets away.”

“But it’s hotttt outside and my ankles are hurting todaaaaayyyyy.”

Moore… you fat motherfucker…

I’m almost positive that he eats like a pig and is constantly drooling. Everything in your home would be covered with slime