Claymore just got back from his weekly DUmpster diving. Don’t touch him, he might be infectious;
I’m hunting wabbits…
Show me ze papers, comrade:
I wonder if they’d be as tolerant if Muslims were…oh never mind.
Aim Higher:
..pants on fire:
I hate to tell ya’.
More Kool-Aid!!! They’re waking up!!!
Uh….what?
She doth protest too much…
“Hello? Suicide Hotline?
Rahm-a-langa-ding-dong
The phallus of fallacy:
VP plays with his wiener:
What is the sound of no hand clapping….
I’m going to invest in razor blades, whisky and Prozac…
I have nothing pithy to say about this…it speaks for itself:
Pffft…gay.
Baked in the morning….bodes well for the rest of the day:
Who says the left has no sense of humor…I do, that’s who.
Under the heading “I have nothing pithy to say…,” concerning the Stimulus package at work, a blogger posted this:
“…It should have been bigger. It needs to be bigger. And it’s going to have to last longer.”
After I got my vision cleared (from laughing until I cried) I had to go back and re-read the intro to remember what this singular statement originally referred to! 🙂