Pequeño Pollo


Well everything is setup, we have a different laptop for uploads and running the site and a completely separate system for creative stuff. Only remaining issue – aside from getting used to the keyboard on this bitch – is getting the drivers installed for the graphics tablet and that is not going well. Of course. Been that kind of day. The Struggle is real.

chica little

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  1. This woman who’s been followin me around since 1962 would call AOC “maingay na manok,” or maybe “payat na manok.” (Noisy chicken, or skinny chicken)

    Incidentally, the “maingay” is pronounced mah eeng aye.

    Also, I think she’d be fun to spend an evenin drinkin spiced rum around a campfire with, maybe a kegger party, or some Cold Duck by a warm fire in overstuffed chairs durin a blustery snowstorm.

    Constant source of entertainment as she attempts to ‘splain her understanding of how the world works . . . kinda like Tim-the-tool-man Taylor with his wobbly logic or Norm Crosby with his malaprops . . . listenin to Professor Irwin Corey makin sense of string theory, or Mongo tell ya all about dark matter. A modern Gracie Allen, so to speak.

    She’s a very energetic gaffe generator. Might hafta slap her upside the coconut a time or two during the evenin to reset her CPU, but fun, I think.

  2. Stay strong and stay the course.
    The world needs The Earl of Taint more than ever. The stinging barbs of truth applied to the leftist hindquarters encourage, inspire and entertain us all. You, Sir, are a true patriot.

  3. That woman is nuttier than squirrel poop and more confused than a mood ring on a paranoid, bi-polar, schizophrenic chameleon trapped in a bag of Skittles! She’s a regular walking three-ring circus with a brain the size of a pea operating a mouth the size of a Jackfruit handing out tickets to a greedy democRAT audience of Communist-financed, dumb-down, self-absorbed, spoon-fed, celebrity-obsessed, White guilt-ridden, Xanax-disabled, COEXIST bumper-sticker, Birkenstock-wearing, bottled-water-drinking, kumbaya-singing, Rainbow Plantation, shrieking pussy-hat-wearing intolerant lefties, while selling 100 year old aged Hope & Change Snake Oil® to an even bigger bunch of worthless, un-informed, dope-smoking, media-influenced, Kool-Aid drinking, Food-Stamp wielding, Escalade driving, entitlement rich, busted-@ss, short-attention span, federal tit-sucking parasites who can’t process a sound bite over 10 seconds in length that doesn’t rhyme, forever on the hunt for even more free-shit!

    1. Thanks Paul but I don’t maintain emails for followers – I think you just need to “follow” with your new addy and you’ll keep seeing that which cannot be unseen.

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