Well running coach. if you want the Bill O’Reilly Shit Burger, what we serve is one half pound of raw meat, shot through the ass of a mule with a 500 PSI pressure hose, out his mouth and spewed out at 1000 PSI (go figure) through a pregnant sow who will vomit it out all over your spring, European and table plates. This swill will be surrounded with citrus cured pacific yellow tail, cherry belle radishes, garden shiso and yuzu crème fraîche.
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Is there is anyone who would like to entice us with the Megyn Kelly entree?
My capacity for fantasy is limited, even as I imagine her giving me all of her hot monkey love, part of me is thinking “Yeah, sure, but sooner or later, she’s going to talk.”
A little off-topic, but I have to spread the word on a great phrase: in a recent commencement speech, Ken Burns called Paul Ryan and the like “Vichy Republicans.”
Way back when big cities had two newspapers I noticed when some bigwig would make a speech, quite often the two papers would have two different photos accompanying the story, one looking flattering and one not so much. I figured AP would send two pix with their story and the editor would pick one depending whether the paper liked the guy or not.
I would give a lot for a reporter to ask Trump “Sir, congratulations on your 70th birthday. Would you tell us please, when did your father begin exhibiting symptoms of the hereditary disease Alzheimer’s?”
