She just had to be President. Things should soon come to light that will bring the whole thing down. We shall see.
Their stench even chased away the flies. Damn!
Not quite. The flies are harvested.
Which is probably the reason my Raisin Bran tastes funny lately. Ick.
Actually they are mostly consumed by the locals, who then excrete the digested flies via an organic compound that provides the matrix necessary to breed more flies. It’s a closed cycle, 100% sustainable.
Looks like a couple of poopsicles in a two-hole outhouse, given the current weather conditions.
Dam col’ here too.
Don’t you know? Elitists think their shit don’ stink.
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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