Poor Bobo
Honors I’ve Received From Nice People:
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
Thank You Cousin!
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
My Media Credentials
Many Thanks To Pookie and All at The Briefing Room and The Right Reasons
Earl, I fear you have been misled by the report. The natural instinct for eels is to seek food where it actually exists. No self-respecting eel would search for brain matter inside the vacuous environment of Alexandroid Occasional-Cortex’s noggin. That would be akin to looking for soap and deodorant amongst the women of Boulder, Colorado.
They hit open, empty holes. They’re opportunists. Like many men in Boulder, Colorado – I’ll assume.
Ouch! That’s gonna leave a bruise!
Makes you wonder … our British friends consider eel a delicacy. Remind me to stick with Mickey Dee’s next trip to The Olde Countrie.
Jellied eel. How desperate must one be?
Communist swine root around in the filth they create, so I can see some type of scavenger getting stuck in its shnozz. Yeah, easily.