Irrelevant short-bearded sadbear Grover Norquist is floundering in the surf. He is at an existential crossroads, with his life-defining tax pledge seeming to lose grip on legislators who are deciding in ever-growing numbers to abandon irresponsible platitudes in favor of actually legislating.
Although, here's a question for Mr. Harry Reid: Howfuckingcome the chair of the Senate Committee on Banking, Housing, and Urban Affairs is some shmoe from South Dakota? FFS.
The ones that care are Republican incumbents who signed Grover's pledge and fear having it waved in their faces by teabaggner primary opponents, such as those assholes in MO and IN, who later went on to lose because they're not too up-to-date on lady issues.
Refers to small towns along rail lines. Some had water tanks where the steam locomotives could refill. Thus the train only stopped there when it needed water.
Those thoughts were the purest ever. Just plain old testosterone-poisoned lust for, say, Christie __________, who had miraculously acquired boobs before the other girls, or seemed to have; it's not like you were ever going to find out, as she was "cool" and you were not.
Those thoughts were untainted by intimations of future tuition, spousal maintenance, leaky roofs, old cars that have to have their windshields scraped on winter mornings before you go to work in the crappy cubicle and then go to meetings and hear the company's new whiz-boy sales expert talk about "continuous improvement" and "exceeding customers' expectations."
All that lay ahead. Now, in your tubular-steel and plywood junior high desk in Social Studies class, you steal glances at Christie and wonder if your hard-on will dissipate before you have to change for gym class.
Aniston Army Depot. Fort McClellan. Fort Rucker. Redstone Arsenal. Maxwell AFB. Coast Guard Sector Mobile. The NASA complex in Huntsville
For some reason the Navy and Marine Corps have overlooked the Cotton State.
Assume douche bagged.
some dude once said elections have consequences.
so weird.
"Gennelmen, allow me to innerduce you to the new member of the SENATE BANKING COMMITTEE, biotches."
I can&#039;t wait. This will keep me happily entertained til Iron Man 3 comes out. (Here, have some gloat: <a href="http://www.americanbanker.c..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.americanbanker.com/issues/177_143/shel...">http://www.americanbanker.c...
Although, here&#039;s a question for Mr. Harry Reid: Howfuckingcome the chair of the Senate Committee on Banking, Housing, and Urban Affairs is some shmoe from South Dakota? FFS.
Sorry about that. Its this one: <a href="http://www.americanbanker.c..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://www.americanbanker.com/issues/177_232/warr...">http://www.americanbanker.c...
But really, just go to americanbanker.com and search &quot;Elizabeth Warren.&quot; It&#039;s all gloatable.
And I&#039;m like, as if!
or Draino
The ones that care are Republican incumbents who signed Grover&#039;s pledge and fear having it waved in their faces by teabaggner primary opponents, such as those assholes in MO and IN, who later went on to lose because they&#039;re not too up-to-date on lady issues.
Refers to small towns along rail lines. Some had water tanks where the steam locomotives could refill. Thus the train only stopped there when it needed water.
Lot_49, Terminal rail nerd
Those thoughts were the purest ever. Just plain old testosterone-poisoned lust for, say, Christie __________, who had miraculously acquired boobs before the other girls, or seemed to have; it&#039;s not like you were ever going to find out, as she was &quot;cool&quot; and you were not.
Those thoughts were untainted by intimations of future tuition, spousal maintenance, leaky roofs, old cars that have to have their windshields scraped on winter mornings before you go to work in the crappy cubicle and then go to meetings and hear the company&#039;s new whiz-boy sales expert talk about &quot;continuous improvement&quot; and &quot;exceeding customers&#039; expectations.&quot;
All that lay ahead. Now, in your tubular-steel and plywood junior high desk in Social Studies class, you steal glances at Christie and wonder if your hard-on will dissipate before you have to change for gym class.
This is purity. It is beautiful.
You&#39;re welcome! Do you want to know the tractive force of a Denver & Rio Grande K-27 outside-frame Mikado?
I&#039;m thinking the real reason Grover is so upset is that Uncle Ted won&#039;t let him suck on his machine gun
Grover No Quiff