When I say our Presidential (S)elections are 100% fraudulent, VOTERS are shocked, as if they thought they were only 88% fake. Either something is real or it isn’t, and our Presidential (S)elections are in the same category as the moon landing.
Who would you rather buy your Duck Soup from, me or some other guy? OK fine, but what if that other guy is SOLD OUT? Then what? What do you mean you’ll just go to Popeyes for a Spicy Chicken Sandwich?!
A cloud with a stick affixed would make the ultimate umbrella. It’s the kind of thing I’d love to sell to midwestern farmers visiting Branson, tourists eager to spend all their government subsidy money.
My heart is shaped like a strawberry, and when it’s full of your lemonade-flavored love it’s probably something that Branson tourists would pay $19.95 to sip on in the hot summer. I’m hoping you’ll supply me with FREE refills.
You’ve got to take me fishing before you pinch my buttocks. Or you could just buy me nacho cheese that I’ll use as shampoo and you can lick my armpits.
I make love like I make art. At least, that’s my impression while I’m making it.