So our esteemed editor asks me to post something this morning because he’s busier than a Democrat at a whining convention. So here I am, posting as he requested, five hours later because I too have been busier than Harry Reid’s real estate consultant. Here are a three beautiful Valentine’s Day stories that I am sure will enthrall and entertain you:
Get your fat ass out of that SUV, earth killer!
Flowers are evil; send cash instead.
(To my wife of almost 17 years, my sis who turns [age deleted] today, to my mom, and to my niece, four big kisses!)
Wife of seventeen years? That woman is a SAINT! A HEROINE!
Smile when you say that, pardner.
Yeah—save the planet, starve a Kenyan rose farmer. Good going, Greens! Sheesh!