Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Merry Kiss Miss!
Our Monday moaning post has proved accurate, and we're still dividing our time between coughing up organs (we lost our little-used spleen, but are hoping to hang on to most of our liver as it's essential in the biohazard-style processing of Clan MacGregor) or alternately enjoying codeine-induced hallucinations.
For instance, we had a wild one a day or so ago in which Nancy Pelosi actually disciplined a hijab-wearing Democrat congresswoman for making wildly anti-Semitic tweets (and this just after the same shrill woman demanded that Homeland Security be defunded!). Crazy, huh?!
But rather than leave you empty-handed today (and Friday, for that matter), we're at least sharing this vintage Valentine which aspires to Make America Smooch Again.
Frankly, if Busty Ross was to set up a kissing booth near the Rio Grande, and charge one brick for a quick lip-lock, we could get Trump's wall built in no time. And the line of men waiting for their turn would probably make a functional wall and the mortar set on the real thing.
As we said above, we're taking the rest of the week off to finish recovering and attend to some chores. Although we'll try to return Monday for President's Day. Or, as we like to think of it, "Still Not Hillary Day."
Posted by Stilton Jarlsberg at 12:01 AM