Good luck, but insult threads don’t generally last a real long time.
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And I couldn’t organize a tea party in a dollhouse. Or a spark in a tinderbox. Or a bonfire in a lumberyard. Or a conference call at an AMWAY convention. Or an orgy at a whorehouse. Or, well, better go.
Three that I’ve read attributed to LBJ: “He couldn’t organize a two-car parade,” “He doesn’t know chickenshit from chicken salad,” and “He couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with the instructions printed on the heel.”
This has been on my mind of several days. I don’t have the skill to fill the blanks on my own, so I threw this tibit to the SDMB - gobs of clever people.
Damn my vivid imagination. Must. . . get. . . image. . . out of head!