If a Con-job fell in a forest …
If a Con-job fell in a forest of reality, would s/he still hear Glenn Beck scream? #tcot
If a Con-job fell in a forest of reality, would s/he still hear Glenn Beck scream? #tcot
I wish someone would give *me* a “special job.”
Even a not-so-special one would do me good.
Secret to low blood pressure?
Practice weekly human sacrifice.
Increase dose as needed.
Male, 49, sendentary, cig + herb smoker, alphabet soup of DSM-IV shit & rage, twitter troll meany. Blood pressure? 106/60. HA!
If you want to be taken seriously while musing upon Don Quixote, you should wear a poodle hat.
If Cervantes were writing now, I guess he’d say: the thumbs are the tongue(s) of the mind? Not quite as good somehow.
If Cervantes were writing now, I guess he’s say the thumbs are tongue of the mind? *shudder*
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[La pluma es lengua del alma.]
Miguel de Cervantes, *Don Quixote*
I’m not allowed people.
Maybe your people could sneak me some squares.
I’ll beat my head on the fun yard wall.
17 times.
Late lunch at the desk: dining of the damned.