The republican party bought me a cat
Wednesday I got one of those "Can you be here in two hours?" calls. I show up to find out it's a spot for Michelle Bachman. Great! Misses "Fool for Jesus" herself. Prepare to bite my tongue. I knew I wouldn't care for her holier than thou smarmy baby kissing self, but now that I have met her I can honestly say Damn, that is one bat shit crazy women living in a very small bubble. There was talk of setting two lights so as to create an inverted cross eye-light, but this was not done. We all acted as anyone earning $81.81 per hour(that's right, a full day rate for 5.5hours plus my $25.00 republican bump) should. We made her look good (as humanly possible) for her whiny ass counter bitching with Patty Wetterling spot. Nope no issues addressed here, just self righteous whining.
The dilemma: What to do with the money? I mean I need to make a living but I also know where it came from so I don't want it. I know I'll go to the humane society, give them a benjamin and bring home a previously unwanted cat.
Ladies and Gentlemen (for lack of a better term).
Pacino.
I'm going to teach him too jump up on tables in crowded rooms and shout Attica! Attica!
The dilemma: What to do with the money? I mean I need to make a living but I also know where it came from so I don't want it. I know I'll go to the humane society, give them a benjamin and bring home a previously unwanted cat.
Ladies and Gentlemen (for lack of a better term).
Pacino.
I'm going to teach him too jump up on tables in crowded rooms and shout Attica! Attica!