Well, I was sitting in my office
stuffing cash in a box
When an IRS guy gave me an
evil wink.
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise.
He had a paddy wagon, and the
devil’s eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change.
Time meant nothing, never would again.
Let’s do the frog-march again!
Let’s do the frog-march again!
We don’t care if you’re Left.
Or if you vote to the Right.
Place your hands behind your back
And pull the cuffs on tight.
But it’s the humiliation
That really drives you insaaaane.
Let’s do the frog-march again!
Let’s do the frog-march again!
Let’s do the frog-march again…!
If you knew what you were talking about, you would know that you don’t know what you are talking about. Except you probably wouldn’t be talking about what you are talking about because you would know what to talk about instead of talking about things you shouldn’t talk about. But since you obviously don’t know what you are talking about, you keep talking about things you don’t know like you know what you are talking about.
Wow.
Um…..
Janet, you SLUT!
Watching this unfold makes me shudder with antici–pation….
Excellent assessment, Mr Rumsfeld. I didn’t realize you read this blog.
Great Scott!
It’s just a jump to the Left…
Anybody here know how to Madison?