Moments later, emboldened by his balancing and spatial mastery, Putin stabbed his fellow statesman with the very same pen. ‘Cuz he’s an asshole like that.
Whatever. Sounds too close to the peanut butter. And I’ll be damned if I support those commie bastards. I’m a Skippy man. Like my father and my grandfather before me.
Jeez. Someone should invite Knowshon to a drought-wracked region in Africa. Dude could work miracles with that duct deluge.
This will be my last post today. Not because I’m out of ideas (although I am!), but because this is my obsession, my hopes, my dreams…all capsulated into one visual and sonic assault. I invite (urge) you to click the image above and enter a world where nothingness is everything; a place where life has meaning and we shall all live forever.
HT to Matt C