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| 2016-12-18 |
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| Posted by:Fred |
| #16 Good move. Morons be here too |
| Posted by: Frank G 2016-12-18 19:11 |
| #15 I shamefully neglected to mention the author of that delightful poem... It was muldoon @ Ace of Spades Headquarters. Don't want to steal no valor. |
| Posted by: Jon Ericson 2016-12-18 19:01 |
| #14 #5 full bloom as it were. Quite impressive. |
| Posted by: Dale 2016-12-18 17:45 |
| #13 a crew member of the Barb. Shipman, not only was that not one of the possibilities I found, but I have no idea what a Barb is. My education has clearly been sadly neglected. |
| Posted by: trailing wife 2016-12-18 14:21 |
| #12 TW everyone that's anyone knows that a Flucker is or was a crew member of the Barb. |
| Posted by: Shipman 2016-12-18 14:13 |
| #11 What knockers! (Surprised that line hadn't been used.) |
| Posted by: Rob Crawford 2016-12-18 14:08 |
| #10 Miss Dors was a cute little thing! I hear she spoke a strange dialect called British. |
| Posted by: AlmostAnonymous5839 2016-12-18 10:46 |
| #9 Zenobia F, I had to look up Flucker. Mr. Ericson, impressive. |
| Posted by: trailing wife 2016-12-18 10:39 |
| #8 For clarification, #6 was NOT about swillary! Ay-yi-yi!!!! |
| Posted by: M. Murcek 2016-12-18 09:38 |
| #7 Gravity. |
| Posted by: no mo uro 2016-12-18 09:22 |
| #6 What is surprising is that I remembered her as being rather buxom, as in the teen age boy fantasy realm. In this pic, her endowments seem less impressive, at least in comparison with those less modestly displayed these days. |
| Posted by: nimble spemble 2016-12-18 08:44 |
| #5 'Twas Inaugural Eve, when all through the land Not a creature was stirring, not woman nor man The bunting was hung by the platform with care In hopes that the President soon would be there Adult babies were nestled all snug in their safe spots While visions of peppermint lattes danced through their thoughts And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my bare feet Had just settled on the couch to write up some Tweets When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash Tore open the designer window treatments and threw up the sash The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of midday to objects below When what should my wondering eyeballs now view But a nondescript van with a medical crew With a little old lady so wrinkled with sag I knew in a moment she must be The Hag More rapid than eagles her minions they came And she cackled, and wheezed, and called them by name "Now Weiner! McAuliffe! Podesta and Mills! On Huma! Palmieri! On Chelsea and Bill! To the top of the platform on the Washington Mall Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky So up to the Capitol her minions they flew With the van full of medication, and Saint Hillary too And then, in a twinkling, I heard a guffaw The grasping and clinging of each grubby paw As I drew in my head, set for taking my lumps Down the stairway St. Hillary came with a thump She was dressed in polyester, from her head to her foot And her clothes were all draped like a baggy Mao suit An enemies list she had stashed in her pants And she looked like a homeless guy starting a rant Her eyes-how they wandered! Gone wild with strabismus! She kept sticking her nose into everyone's business Her droll little mouth was drawn back in a sneer And the chin whiskers bleached, until they were clear A bottle of vodka was clutched in her fist And the vapors encircled her head like a mist She had a harsh laugh and a fake Southern drawl She warn't no ways tahrred, in spite of it all She was chubby and plump, a right nasty old elf And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself A three-hundred-sixty degree twist of her head Soon gave me to know I had something to dread She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work Emptied everyone's stockings; called me "Deplorable jerk!" Then mashing the throttle right down to the floor Her Hoveround rose up the stairway once more She lurched toward her van, her team gave her a boost And away they all flew like the down of a goose But they heard me exclaim, ere they drove out of sight- "Happy Christmas to all! She's not President tonight!" |
| Posted by: Jon Ericson 2016-12-18 07:43 |
| #4 "Diana's a heckuva looker!" "Och aye, and a merry old Flucker." An Irishman present: "If she were a pheasant, Bejeezus, how pleasant to pluck 'er." |
| Posted by: Spanky Poodle4735 2016-12-18 03:04 |
| #3 Vow, I'm moved |
| Posted by: g(r)omgoru 2016-12-18 01:18 |
| #2 She had one heck of a maiden name. |
| Posted by: Canuckistan sniper 2016-12-18 01:17 |
| #1 Wow...! |
| Posted by: Crusader 2016-12-18 00:42 |