To: Semper Paratus
.....I predict trouble by lunchtime, when Sen. Dodd arrives at Teds office and suggests lunch at La Brasserie. At this point, Splash begins whining and nuzzling Ted, the way Lassie used to do with Gramps when Timmy fell into a mineshaft. Ted says, Er, uh, dont worry, Splash. Sen. Dodd and I wont be long. Were just going to have a . . . sandwich. Then he winks at Dodd and off they go, singing 99 bottles of beer on the wall. Title of next chapter: Waitress, Theres a Fly in My Pants!.....
8 posted on
01/11/2006 11:45:44 AM PST by
tgusa
(Gun control: deep breath, sight alignment, squeeze the trigger .....)
To: forum
Why do I get the impression that there is already a Nobel Prize for Literature waiting for Bloato Boozo, much in the same way Hillary got her Emmy for the stupid audio reading she did when President BJ reigned?
13 posted on
01/11/2006 11:50:38 AM PST by
DPMD
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