Retired Union Hardhat
Dictators don’t need Vice Presidents.
Also changed the spark plugs in the Nash.
Take ‘em all out and then put ’em back, in different holes, of course. Really don’t see what difference it makes, but I do it.
There is a difference between dinner at a friend’s house and what thomas did.
And yes, I work out the $$$s and put it in my Excel. For my guests they get a chit showing value received, such as chips, 28 cents, beer, 50 cents, et cetera and tally it up for them.
My Uncle Jake used to say “If you can’t be honest, you can still be accurate.”
My pup was housebroken 3 days after he came home, at 8 weeks. That’s more than I can say about the kids.
No need to insult a guy. Jeez.
thomas, a low down dirty dog, lying, two faced, good for nothing, holier than thou, bag of rats.
You can be sure he doesn’t file a 1099 for his bribes.
Dianne Goldman Berman Feinstein
I do wish these strips had a poop emoji to click on, to balance the heart emoji.
If you wish to file a criminal complaint, you go to a Police station. You will be asked ‘’Who did what crime?’’
Now imagine the response, if you say, ‘’Joe B. I don’t know what he did, but I know he did something.’’
One of the toadys actually said that on camera…‘’We don’t know what he did, but we know he did something.’’
The spirit of Monty Python’s absurd sketch is alive and doing fine in the republikan’s minds.
I hereby announce that I am standing for the Senate seat of the great State of Chaos.
You won’t worry about me being corrupt, no sir.
First point, I will work for the return of Casual Friday. Men can wear their favorite painting clothes or bike shorts with those silly stretch shirts to match. Ladies might go for a floral housedress or a nice summery skirt, crisp white top and some pearls. Whatever they like.
On the topic of bribery, yes. And I, for one, will report all bribes I receive, on a form 1099, misc. income.
I will always do my best, to obscure my real intentions and give the impression of caring and competency.
Vote for Redd Panda!
Once again, we find the attention drawn to appearances and not substance.
Reminds me of schooldays, when they were terribly concerned with dress, but didn’t give a dämn if a kid failed or not. As long as his shirt tail was tucked in.