A week from Saturday I’m supposed to be flying to Zurich and the forecast calls for temps 98°-101°, someone should call a priest.
Disciple of the Trees
Weekend at Bernie’s meets Adolf. I wonder if all those IV bruises on his hand are from gassing the old man up before his rambling incoherent speeches. Then of course he can’t wind down so he’s up shit posting all night.
JFK’s like “one for the doctor, one for the patient”.
Success through failure may be this congress’s best path to redemption.
I had a meeting with some British folk this morning and heard the word “gunge” used. It sounds lewd and so I had to look it up, apparently it’s slime, generally.
When the eternal dad spirit chides us all about turning on the AC, “in June?!?”, we must remind him that they didn’t have to deal with climate change in the 1940’s.
Someone finally found a use for Round-up. I’m imagining a remote sprayer down a trouser leg.
