“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
4 years, 5 months ago
My latest tender nothings at Black Magpie Theory–
5 years, 2 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?
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
5 years, 5 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
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
5 years, 6 months ago