At the end of this happy little story comes the expected response:
“It was me or him.”
And because Our Hero also had a gun, he came out alive while the goblin didn’t.
At the end of this happy little story comes the expected response:
“It was me or him.”
And because Our Hero also had a gun, he came out alive while the goblin didn’t.
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So let’s get cooking with some news:
…which is quite true, if by “historically” you mean 1935.
…and as a last resort, bagpipes, although the ASPCA might have had a problem with that.
…just another part of his master plan to win an election in Texas. And talking of Beta-politics:
…just a pair of Commies chatting cozily over a nice hot cup of blood. Corollary:
Canadian Firearm Retailers Sell Out of Handguns
…every time. You’d think they’d learn, but Commies never do.
…like any Commie believes in fairness, and the rule of law. How about this one, for example:
…because democracy is just a guideline, really.
…and no, her name was not Betty-Sue Johnson.
And speaking of yet more domestic terrorists:
…do we really need to even ask this question?
…LOL. This is going to end well.
…nah, he should ruin the lying bitch, as an object lesson to other lying bitches who might be tempted to follow her example.
And in more INSIGNIFICA:
..and once again, here’s young Paige, this time in golf-appropriate clothing:
So much for the news…
Am I the only one who found this little turnabout amusing?
Appetite for money, of course. When Depp was first involved in that “#BelieveAllWomen” court case, Disney dropped him like a hot rock.
I wrote this at the time:
Considering that Depp’s performance was the only thing that made the whole thing at all watchable, this should be its death knell, and not a moment too soon. I watched the first two Pirates movies with huge enjoyment, lost interest after that. I doubt that anything Disney does would make me watch another one, unless the new lead character was portrayed by Carol Vorderman, in the nude.
Now that Depp’s been cleared of all the accusations made by his loony ex-houri, no doubt the foul moneygrubbers at Woke Disney will be all too willing to welcome him back into the fold, to play Captain Jack Sparrow for the umpteenth time so they can refill their vault at Gringotts Bank.
And I hope that he tells them to go and fuck themselves.
Texas, baby.
There was nothing much to do at the scene, but to pronounce the suspected male dead.
And the details are even more tasty. I love it when jealous assholes threaten women with violence and get ventilated.
Of the hundreds of women I’ve taught to shoot, nearly half were under threat from a jealous ex. One was in such imminent danger that I gave her my Ruger Speed Six to take home with her that very day.
And when the asshole showed up a week later, she drew down on him and he ran like a frightened rabbit. She never saw him again.
Hi, Patti.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE it’s Monday.
Oh well… might as well get on with it.
And speaking of sex positions, here are a couple of Chinese options:
The first one means: “Kamala Running For Office”, and the second: “Biden’s Gas Prices Helping Consumers Along”.
Now go out and loot a supermarket, or something.
The problem was not that Patricia Neal was a beauty — she was. The problem was that nobody actually saw her beauty because she was an electrifying actress. (Never forget that it was her performance as Olivia Walton in an otherwise-forgettable movie that spawned the popular TV series The Waltons.) Here she is:
Elegant and graceful, she was the thinking man’s alternative to the otherwise-forgettable stars of the 1950s.