That haircut is the best. In any sane state, he would have the whole street to himself as people fled the chance of contact.
That haircut is the best. In any sane state, he would have the whole street to himself as people fled the chance of contact.
National Lampoon recorded this song in 1972 as a parody of the spoken-word Desiderata. Lyrics were by Tony Hendra. (see Wikipedia)
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata, Deteriorata)
Go placidly amidst the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there may be in owning a…
They made their own bed and shat in ours. I got no sympathy.
Disgusted, but not surprised. His ultimate job will be to ensure there is no discrimination. By nullifying all discrimination laws and regulations.
Our credibility with the world at large keeps dropping.
An old gentleman helped by a young gentleman.
Or rather Bannon and the other puppeteers won’t.
Ah. Now I get it. Like headphones with the wire going into your pocket. “I’m busy. Go away.” I can dig that.
Mediocre can get a job done. It just takes them longer and they make more mistakes. Cruella DeVille here is a criminal genius with zero sense of shame. And doing exactly what she and her boss intended to do. Get rich.
At least some in Congress are treating Trump as he deserves. 130 pages of policy. His head would have exploded trying to read it.
Lemme get this straight. It looks like it doing things, but it’s really not? That’s a level of weird I don’t need to explore.
Oh boys... look what I found.
And now the mayor will have participation trophies to hand out at the Klan gatherings.
Useful? Then people will want to buy them as “historical curiosities”. And we are back to square one. How about useless? Melt them into ingots and sell them to North Korea to make statues of the Kim Klan.
And he wants Mexico to pay for them.
The inability of Trump to locate ass-kissers and yes-men is now spreading to his subordinates. Who have a double jeopardy problem; finding someone to kiss their ass and give Donnie big sloppy hickies.
Did you expect any less from the fake wrestling match in DC?
SOS. Save Our Spicy!
Thanks.