“I’m not the kind that needs to tell you
Just what you want me to.”
When I was a child, my second grade teacher told my class- 3,758 more words
3 years, 11 months ago
My latest tender nothings at Black Magpie Theory–
4 years, 8 months ago
Distributor Cap has a most Wonderful Wingnut Mashup at Black Magpie Theory.
Come by. Say Hello. It’s Tuesday. What else are you gonna do?
4 years, 9 months ago
Cross posted at Black Magpie Theory
“I don’t really understand it, but I like what they stand for…They just support everything I’m looking for — lower taxes, less government.” 1,144 more words
4 years, 11 months ago
Sons of suicides seldom do well.
Characteristically, they find life lacking a certain zing.
(God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater)
And the Summer of Our Discontent is fading into the Fall from a really High Building w/out a Mixed Metaphorical Paddle. 872 more words
5 years ago
Fred Thompson (Son of Used Car Salesman) is an Obese Buffoon. A Smug Pumpkin of a man. His Head Empty as Stupid, if Stupid were a Second Rate Actor with Age Spots, and Burgeoning Memory Loss. 617 more words
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
I say this without a Hint of Arrogance:
I Spin Gold, like Rumpelstiltskin. 635 more words