Midday Palate Cleanser

Because you guys still miss the goats, right?

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5 Responses to Midday Palate Cleanser

  1. Big Bad Bald Bastard says:

    I don’t miss the goats as much as I miss the cute goat-keeper with the green rubber boots.


  2. MDavis says:

    Ah, the goats. I remember the halcyon days before the Stygeans took over the white house and brought those stables right on in. Those were such innocent times.


  3. I joked about the 2020 Goat Rodeo starting on January 21, but I am brain-fucked to see that it is being set into motion by the Trumperor. Holy fucking fuck, what kind of President moves immediately into campaign mode? I know, I know, campaigning is the only place this enema is successful at all. It’s his safe space, it’s his participation trophy; thousands (hundreds) of people sheering his brain-damaged sentence fragments.

    It’s bad fucking enough that the media is already starting to set up odds for the next election.

    Heyy! As a recent heart attack recovery victim, who here thinks Trump, an overweight guy who is scared of stairs, loves fast food, and whose doctor is a fucking lunatic, a 70 year old toddler with an inclination toward ragegasms, will survive the onslaught of criticism and visibility, and make it to the next election? RAISE YOUR HANDS


    • Bruce388 says:

      Trump’s lifestyle. thin skin, and gut could lead to an early exit. But then we’ll have a barrage of stuff named after him.

      What sailor would want to serve on the USS Trump?


  4. suedoise2 says:

    You can see what the goats, those lightminded little frolickers, get out of the relationship, but what about the rhinos? What’s the benefit for them? Massage therapy?
    Heck, I could use some myself.


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