How do I replace the Koolade with Orangeade?
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How do I replace the Koolade with Orangeade?
Irreverent musings and malarkey from a disillusioned dilettante
How do I replace the Koolade with Orangeade?
These are so good. But remember the old proverb: it’s not yours unless you’re drilling it.
Jerrrryyy, HELLLOOOOOOO!!!!!! Today’s song of the day is Time To Say Goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman. Eh, here’s another one for you! It’s Where Is The Dwarf by Dominik Witka. That’s it for today! Have a lovely evening.
T.E. Lawrence says this about his overwhelmingly gay time in the military: “In horror of such sordid commerce our youths began indifferently to slake one another's few needs in their own clean bodies… a cold convenience that, by comparison, seemed sexless and even pure. Later, some began to justify this sterile process, and swore that... Continue Reading →
I really don’t have anything of value so I’ll just give you the immediate update. I’m currently taking a massive shit and two little pieces won’t stop moving around. Looking for a flagellum or similar method of locomotion because everything else in the bowl is perfectly still save for these two small pieces. Now enjoy... Continue Reading →
The left has spent the last ten years delivering ad hominem attacks on Trump and his supporters. Perennially befuddled, they blamed the Hilary loss - and will doubtlessly blame this loss - in no small part on bigotry and misogynistic machoism run amok. Blinded by a never-ending well of self righteousness, they’ve lurched too far... Continue Reading →
We’re just two weeks away and assuming the 45th president hasn’t done any walking tours with Billy Bush lately, this thing seems like a lock. Two more weeks. We’ll see!
And my obligatory follow-up:
Literally, I called this happening like three times on this blog. Sucks and all but, well, that mustache… I’ll reserve judgement until we have further clarity on his intentions regarding further arms sales and that mustache.
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