Wow, was I ever on the wrong track concerning the FFs before I opened the feed - I was expecting "Free Rent" to be about the scourge of the day/week/year: Squattahs (Mr Webster would say, "squat-ERs"). Imagine the skid mark as I veered even further to the right to get back on the mental track I first heard from the Dulcet vocalizations o…
Wow, was I ever on the wrong track concerning the FFs before I opened the feed - I was expecting "Free Rent" to be about the scourge of the day/week/year: Squattahs (Mr Webster would say, "squat-ERs"). Imagine the skid mark as I veered even further to the right to get back on the mental track I first heard from the Dulcet vocalizations of our departed Rush, now commenting from his heavenly Golden EIB microphone. This may impact how I refer to ol’ President 💩 💩 head - I cannot visualize President Trump sharing space in that vacuous wasteland with 💩 💩 - even if ol’ President 💩 💩 head has the facilities to compartmentalize.
Corruptionberg needs an ocean liner (USS ???) steaming toward it
600 cubic meters, concrete, almost 3M (3,000,000) pounds, 1,400 tons - besides the enormity of this number for just ONE tower, I’m wondering how many potholes could be repaired.
Ya’know, before I began reading the FridayFunnies I never realized I had an issue with mental illness (OK, save for that last bit of late teen angst when I voted for a Peanut in every Pot - in my defense I was EIGHTEEN and it was a different time); now, there are Fridays I’m depressed, sometimes severely, others I find myselves in riotous mania, and yet there are those end of week worries, like today, where I fear that I’m bipolar - I swing from laughter at the outset and conclusion with a deep trough of depression in the middle. Thank God I have katz. 😊
Blessed Easter, y’all; and remember, regardless of what you read, hear or see, today is still Good Friday
Wow, was I ever on the wrong track concerning the FFs before I opened the feed - I was expecting "Free Rent" to be about the scourge of the day/week/year: Squattahs (Mr Webster would say, "squat-ERs"). Imagine the skid mark as I veered even further to the right to get back on the mental track I first heard from the Dulcet vocalizations of our departed Rush, now commenting from his heavenly Golden EIB microphone. This may impact how I refer to ol’ President 💩 💩 head - I cannot visualize President Trump sharing space in that vacuous wasteland with 💩 💩 - even if ol’ President 💩 💩 head has the facilities to compartmentalize.
Corruptionberg needs an ocean liner (USS ???) steaming toward it
600 cubic meters, concrete, almost 3M (3,000,000) pounds, 1,400 tons - besides the enormity of this number for just ONE tower, I’m wondering how many potholes could be repaired.
Ya’know, before I began reading the FridayFunnies I never realized I had an issue with mental illness (OK, save for that last bit of late teen angst when I voted for a Peanut in every Pot - in my defense I was EIGHTEEN and it was a different time); now, there are Fridays I’m depressed, sometimes severely, others I find myselves in riotous mania, and yet there are those end of week worries, like today, where I fear that I’m bipolar - I swing from laughter at the outset and conclusion with a deep trough of depression in the middle. Thank God I have katz. 😊
Blessed Easter, y’all; and remember, regardless of what you read, hear or see, today is still Good Friday