Rumsfeld’s Lair
Somewhere on the Eastern Shore of Maryland …
All the lines are vintage Rummy except two. And no, I have no idea why I did this.
Somewhere on the Eastern Shore of Maryland …
All the lines are vintage Rummy except two. And no, I have no idea why I did this.
I’m having acid flashbacks of my Kant professor.
With the sound off, I was just waiting for (a) a flash of boobies, (b) that arm (there is an arm there, isn’t there?) to get severed by the saw blade, or (c) both.
2:21 pm • Thursday • May 14, 2009
Still conveys more emotion than the actors in last three Star Wars films except Samuel “I am sick and fucking tired of these fucking Sith in my motherfucking Republic” Jackson.