Eleventy fabillion is just a little less than twelveteen zeroty seven.
In case you were wondering.
Pie? I like pie.
Sorry I’m a day late with this one. Stuff happens.
Hammy’s last line is a take on “Pat the Bunny” a tactile favorite book of my daughters when they were little. Pat was soft, but I bet RJ is softer.
In RJ’s hands, logic is a twisty-tie around his middle finger he uses to remind himself that he is and always will remain the center of the universe.
Isn’t Congress’ approval rating like 9% now? That adds up to friends and family, prisoners and the institutionally insane.
“The ideal form of government is democracy tempered with assassination.” — Voltaire
RJ was born without a conscience. Which I guess makes him a kind of sociopath.
The furry kind.
Never start a land war in Asia and never get into business with a raccoon that only looks like he knows stuff.
I’ve been censored. Again. I actually wrote, “The B.S. is strong in this one,” but someone decided it was inappropriate for a family newspaper/web/mobile audience. Good thing I have this forum to set the record straight.
And, you know, whine.