Ape-shrill The Cry of Democraps
Memewhile:
That last is simpler for me: "I meet her...we talk...I tell her that I compete with my pet rock every March in the Madness brackets...she leaves."
Labels: 2025 April
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'...
Memewhile:
Labels: 2025 April
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