“I don’t HAVE ulcers - I GIVE ULCERS!”
(One of my Drill Sergeants, back in the day.)
I never keep anything bottled up. I get mad, I sometimes get stabby, it blows over and then we’re all friends again. :)
But not THIS time. These people have p*ssed me off beyond all reason.
BEYOND. ALL. REASON. I want them all financially RUINED. I want their wives to run off with the Pool Boy! I want their children living under bridges and eating in Soup Kitchens and their pets in the pound! I want them STRIPPED of EVERY human luxury imaginable. I want their names dragged through the MUD.
Hear me Goodell? HEAR ME? The BUCK stops with YOU, you PUTZ!
Ms. Diana, YOU are good!
>>BEYOND. ALL. REASON. I want them all financially RUINED. I want their wives to run off with the Pool Boy! I want their children living under bridges and eating in Soup Kitchens and their pets in the pound! I want them STRIPPED of EVERY human luxury imaginable. I want their names dragged through the MUD.<<
Omigod! I loved this rant. It puts to words exactly what I think about the NFL and every other evil minion of the Left. Delicious. I think I’ll stitch that on a nice sample for my wall.
This is why we love you (this and other reasons, of course).