OFF THE CLIFF

One of the fossils pissed off another fossil by sending him something about transgender mice. He was vocal about it. Darn well dyspeptic. So the question had to be asked: "are these transgender mice in the room with us now?" "Can you point out on this dummy where the mice hurt you?" At which point the dummy piped up in protest. "Heyyy!!!"
"Oops, sorry Danny, I thought you were out of it again."

Additionally, I may have suggested that we should post facto rename the Enola Gay. Enola of America. And New Mexico should henceforth be called New Of America.

I encourage dyspepsia in select people.

If I had my druthers valium would be given to many of these elderly Republican gentlemen before I see them, and laxatives administered after they leave to keep them properly drained. There is no reason not to put them on a rigorous schedule to keep from inconveniencing the worthwile human beings around them. Also, I firmly believe in hosing them down regularly. Years ago the first impression I got of one of them was the mess after he spilled his soup, and another had a long screaming match with a third. They've become worse since then.

No, these people are not fully functional. And yes, they vote.
Which is almighty unfortunate.




You know, there was a period when we had friends among the nations of the world.
Quite a few of them were allies and even respected us.

Now every one thinks we're batshit insane.




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