[UPDATED: See end of post.] Camel-faced whine-jockey Patrick Howley has written a hilarious screed over at the Daily Caller that really has to be read to be believed.
Howley can barely break wind. He couldn't break a story if someone walked into his office, threw a smoking gun on the desk and confessed to murder.
Time for the obligitory eternal question: How can someone who works for Tucker Carlson's Blog of Cheese type Food and Inverted Dicks, call himself a journalist?
Howley can barely break wind. He couldn't break a story if someone walked into his office, threw a smoking gun on the desk and confessed to murder.
He'd have to live another twenty years to be considered an "Old Fart". --signed, a Genuine Old Fart
Putz?
My diabetic, 14 year old cat could out-punch Howler. She is however just as whiny.
Time for the obligitory eternal question: How can someone who works for Tucker Carlson's Blog of Cheese type Food and Inverted Dicks, call himself a journalist?
He can break any task you make the mistake of giving to him.