Skunkfeathers

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'...

Monday, March 2, 2026

As We March Into Uary...

Posted before and still true.

Welcome to Marchuary. And the march continues.

Memetime:

Democrap stupidity grows ever more dishonest and stupid.

Nope...'taint.

Or anywhere else...

*hand up*

Okay Dime Store Obola...

Probably is...

Labels: 2026 Marchuary

4 Comments:

Sandee said...: So much material. I remember rolling down my car windows that way.

Have a fabulous day and week, Mike. My best to Seymour. ♥; 02 March, 2026 07:11
Skunkfeathers said...: Yup...me too. Did until my last two cars.; 02 March, 2026 10:26
Herb said...: How did they get the bikini on the manatee?; 02 March, 2026 18:21
Skunkfeathers said...: Herb, not sure but I reckon it twern't easy...; 03 March, 2026 15:50

: Name: Skunkfeathers; Location: Lakewood, Colorado, United States

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...

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