In trying to come up with today's post, always a difficult prospect when following visceral emotion with political garbage -- wouldn't it be great if we weren't lured to write about this fuckery? -- I did what I often do, scour the internets newsies for something to catch my eye so I can add
stupid pictures and unfunny comments my own in-depth take from a fresh angle.
So, upon reading this sordid tale about taxpayer loot and implants for strippers, I thought of Mayor Quimby's beloved quote: "Very well, then. Instead of fleeing this town, I'll sit back and grow fat off kickbacks and slush funds!" Okay, Randal, go look for a suitable shot of the man himself.
Wow, I'm smrt.
Well played, Minnesota, well played.
I see your McCarthy and raise you a cracker.
Oops, it was for Halloween, bien sûr. Don't forget your candy!
Man, Murka 2009 is gonna be comedy gold.
See, I didn't even try et voilà, a post. Told you I'm fucking smrt.