So you can laugh while I write - check out the funny commercials in the video below. Foreign ads (those NOT from the US), include humor that our former PC sensibilities wouldn't allow. While I'm glad the PC culture is FINALLY on the way out - it'll take a while to exit. In the meantime, ENJOY!!
Lauricella runs a goat rescue group called Goats of Anarchy in New Jersey. She thought the duck costume would look cute on her baby goats, especially the newest rescue goat named Polly. So she bought the costume and took it home, not thinking too much of it. Little did Lauricella know just how much Polly would love that duck costume.
I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas. - Hillary Prima
It was Coronation Day.
The day that Hillary had been waiting to experience for over 10,000 years. The day she would take her rightful place as Empress of Humanity, the position she had been born to fill, born an almost infinite number of times. Her destiny was finally here, just within her hungry, yearning grasp.
I’m a registered Republican. I’m a pretty conservative guy. I’m somewhat liberal on social issues, especially health care, et cetera, but I’d be leaving another party, and I’ve been close to that party. - Trump, before the Apotheosis
That's what most of the world had become, and in the middle of it was where Hillary the Ghola found herself at that moment, sweating and suffering.
She turned to the right at the giant obelisk and trekked what seemed like dozens of miles, per the directions given to her by Jenner. Several millennia ago, Hillary Prima knew the tower as the Washington Monument. Since then, though, it had been purchased by an entertainment megacorporation during the Entertainment Wars and had "The Huffington Post" carved upon its stone sides.
What I'm doing is going to do some good. And we're going to change the world. - Bruce Jenner, before his first Transformation.
She beheld the smoothly inhuman face of Jenner extremely close to hers when she came out of her hysterical stupor. "What happened?" Suddenly her memories of the last few minutes came back, jarring her to full consciousness. "Oh my God... What a monster... He... my daughter..." She felt faint again.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Let's not have a repeat of that, okay? But now you see."
She hesitated, then the anger boiled up. "Yes. I see now why... why He must... HE MUST DIE!"
Jenner put a finger to his lips and shushed her. "Quiet, now. You've got to be a little more subtle if you want to be successful."
I believe the primary role of the state is to teach, train, and raise children. Parents have a secondary role. - Hillary Prima
Hillary the Ghola was suspicious. "Where are you taking me? What do I need to see?"
Jenner replied, "We are going to where you were born. Or, more correctly, where gholas are born. And what you need to see is what all the Hillarys have seen that made them understand what a true monster Trump is. Not just His outward form, but his inner self as well."
And one of the best answers I heard was from a commentator yesterday saying, "Leave it the way it is right now, there have been very few problems, leave it the way it is." There have been very few complaints the way it is. People go, they use the bathroom that they feel is appropriate, there has been so little trouble. - Trump, before the Apotheosis.
Bill Clinton was talking on the phone, laughing that big Southern laugh of his, no doubt shooting the bull with one of his good buddies in Congress and trying to cut a deal on legislation Bill wanted pushed through. His hand eased down toward his lap... and grabbed the short dark hair on a chubby female head as it bobbed slowly...
The nightmare dissipated instantly as Hillary the Ghola jerked upright in bed. THAT BASTARD! THAT SORRY, HORNY, REDNECK SON OF A BITCH!
Sorry about that my dearies. Big old nasty husband here, by the way.
I was in the process of writing up the fifth installment of my dumb little series "God Emperor of Soon" and clicked the Publish button instead of the Save Draft button. I unpublished it as soon as I could, but the incomplete post still hit Twitter and possibly other social media that Mary Anne happens to be using.
So if you get here by clicking a link that goes to a non-existent page, that's why.
Many apologies, and have a relaxing Labor Day.
Angry Old Fat Man