“For my money...Beckel and Estrich should both be dropped off on a tiny island somewhere...with no television, no radio, and no internet...”
Bite your tongue, they might be fruitful and multiply!!! EEE Gads!
Bite your tongue, they might be fruitful and multiply!!! EEE Gads!
Well, that image has pretty much sapped my will to live. Where did I leave that raazor...?
Sorry...I was counting on them being as impotent biologically as politically. The possibility of them procreating is, indeed, horrific...
And, now...I can’t shake the visual. Time for another Scotch.