”Knock knock”
“Who’s there?”
”David Neiwert.”*
“Shit! Quick, somebody hide the rope and the gasoline-soaked crosses. And for Chrissakes, take off that hood, would you, Buford? I think he may be on to us…”
”Knock knock”
“Who’s there?”
”David Neiwert.”*
“Shit! Quick, somebody hide the rope and the gasoline-soaked crosses. And for Chrissakes, take off that hood, would you, Buford? I think he may be on to us…”
The only cure for racism is switcing to a Democrat ticket.
I see brown people.
Sometimes they scare me.
Hey, is that George Steele with the Zippo?
WTF?
David Neiwertalking and I mentioned that I was think of putting one of those little jockeys in my front yard and then he hit me in the back of the head with a shovel.
I woke up and he was touching me inappropriately.
David and I don’t talk much anymore.
Ah, shit. Michael Steele, not George.
That totally sucked.
tw: death
Uh, Jeff? Something you want to talk about?
….or thinking.
Great Ceasar’s clutch purse! I hate when I do that!
Quick, hand me the wire brush! I’ve still got gravel in my knuckles.
Anyone got a razor? I still have to shave the palms of my hands…
Jeff – Thanks for that. I have thought, more than once, of replying to Niewert but always start giggling when I try to work out a reasonable reply.
Careful, Josh is going to come up here and see through you all.
“Where de white wimmin at?”
Drive fast, burn left.
Dear Mr. Wisdom,
Your snide efforts at humor can’t fool me! I know you hid those sheets and crosses before I got there. We found them in that ditch at Crawford.
So go on and pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about, but don’ think for a minute that you’re fooling me. I’ll catch you sooner or later, and your little armadillo friend too!
I got a kick out of his FireDogLake article. I actually thought he hovered just out of reach of some good points. But sadly, all he really said was if you didn’t agree with him you were a racist. (sigh)
Well heck, I didn’t know you wrote about the FireDogLake article today. I’m glad you did.
Well that’s great and all, but what does any of this have to do with Natalee Holloway?
No, Pablo, you had it right the first time.
Bez, The Animal is a bit too pale for the joke to work correctly. It really needed a BINO or whatever the kids are calling them these days.
tw: It’s a lousy job, but at least it doesn’t pay much.