It’s water under the bridge. Forget about it. Fluvial junk under a domestic over conveyance. It’s in the past, never look back; it distracts from the now.
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It’s water under the bridge. Forget about it. Fluvial junk under a domestic over conveyance. It’s in the past, never look back; it distracts from the now.
Continue readingGround control to Major Tom: We’ve seen your butt in zero G and it looks… fat. Oprah fat.
Ground control to Major Tom: You didn’t call. We assumed you were dead, so we contacted your mom. She seems concerned.
Ground control to Major Tom: We don’t know how it happened, but we killed your dog.
Ground control to Major Tom: Well, we did it again. Your monkey is… on the roof and won’t come down.
Ground control to Major Tom: If your car is parked outside… the lights are on.
Ground control to Major Tom: Someone broke into your apartment, your TV is gone.
Ground control to Major Tom: Things are awfully bad here, so take your time.
Ground control to Major Tom: The test came back positive. It’s cancer.
Ground control to Major Tom: Do you have my keys? I’m going to need them back. Wait. Never mind.
It goes on like that for quite a while. There’s a bunch more of them. Ground control to Major Tom: Take the stairs, the elevator is broken.
—DG
Thirty years ago I was promised that the current volume of miscarriages and abortions would provide humanity with all of the stem cells we would require to support us in our geriatric years. I was all in favor, as were the Clintons, Bushes, et al.
Continue readingThey should consider transplanting Anne Heche’s brain into Joe Biden’s head. She really wanted all of her vital organs to go to those who are most in need.
Continue readingThat’s it! I’m tired of being nice, and I’m not going to do it anymore.
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