A Skunk with feathers? Danged right...thoughts and musings of just such a skunk, one that learned how to type, conjugate verbiage and communicate thought processes easier than lifting the tail to scatter the opposition. It doesn't always work with 419 email scammers or the pathetically politically correct (which readers will find I ain't). For them, the tail gets lifted, and they get sprayed. *DISCLAIMER*: sometimes, it doesn't pay to drink or eat while reading this h'yar. Just sayin'...
Welcome to the end of January, 2022, and the advent of what my pet rocks have dubbed Fedup-bruary.
Which by now we all should be. #fjb.
Some more odds and *not the* ends from online memesters who continue to have a treasure trove at the hands of democraps:
(Seymour thoroughly approved of this one; Element, not so much...)
Labels: #fjb, 2022 randomalities
posted by Skunkfeathers at 01:00
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In da woids of Popeye, "I yam what I yam". Personally, I hate yams, but I digress (often)...I take life as it comes, put a little milk on it, and give it to my pet rock, 'cuz I hate that cereal. Ack...I write. About email scams, my own misadventures, and about my view of life in general. My pet rock, Seymour, yawns continuously...
1 Comments:
I love the graphics the very best. These are excellent.
Have a fabulous day, Mike. My best to Seymour and Element. ♥
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