Normally, on work days, I get to hear the cigar huffing boys in the back room spewing their opinions about the state of the world. By 'boys' are meant middle-aged men, and by 'spewing' is meant saying stupid shit in a dumbass fashion. Which they can't help, as they are, almost to a man, blithering Republican yutzes.
Fans of the orange-faced Russian asset.
No, not Christians, thank god.
They're a faithless bunch.
Not the worst Republican cretins I've ever known -- that dishonour rightly belongs to a berserk Russian woman, an argumentative Polish woman, and a senile gun-nut lawyer -- but pretty damned horrid.
Today, because they did not wish to discuss the light shining on Republican malfeasance, quislingism, and chicanery, they talked about other things.
Digestive tracts, prostates, and pores.
I'm fairly sure that all of them have prostates. To be certain, I'd have to check, and that curious I am not.
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