A few more bouts with gravity and this b*tch will look like Lord Vader with all her hardware…
Perfect, Earl. I see Humus Aboodeen pouting along there in the background, as always. She must be Hillary’s pet Weiner dog, I guess …
[My Dear Earl,
Thanks for the reminder.]
Hey, taint-niks! I’m putting a call out for help:
I need a Therapy Camel.
Who do we know with a camel lot? I could buy, but prefer renting for special occasions.
Any dealers in Oregon? ‘Cause nobody in their right mind wants to go all the way to Swedenistan. Or Britistan. Or UKistan (or whatever their newest majority names the joint).
I’m also going to need help with camel ‘composted material’. I know I’m asking the right crowd for that one…
Would cigarettes help?
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
My Media Credentials
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