Bad Signs, Cont.

Wow, you don’t even have to send out for pizza anymore!

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4 Responses to Bad Signs, Cont.

  1. CalicoJack says:

    Howdy y’all!
    Your catered affair must be good because it has the blessings of Q himself! How ’bout that?

    Huzzah!
    Jack

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  2. Ten Bears says:

    Damn it Jack, now I’m gonna’ have to go back upstream and make a wisecrack about big helicopters. (though I have long suspected “Q” is a secret liberal exposing the deep state)

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    • Isn’t that “a secret liberal exposing the derp state”? Because the “deep”state is pretty easy to tel: look for a federal employee who is doing their job concientiously and competently, often at great risk to their career if they run afoul of LDN’s politruks?

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      • Ten Bears says:

        True dat. I was thinkin’ earlier of tipping the mailman.

        I don’t why that became deep state (blogging from my phone?), it’s not what I had in mind. Exposing the corruption of not some cabal of baby-flavored pizza fanatics but everything the Trump party – euphemistically known as the republicans – has become. The corruption, the incompetence, the naked greed, not to mention that whole Opus Dei rule the world thing. Our gracious host oft points when Eiron, the Goddess of Irony, discretely passes gas, would this not be a perhaps terminal case of dysentery if “Q” we’re just the opposite of what the nuts have made it out to be?

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