Oh, How I Love To Love Michael Moore
Stop looking at me like that. No, I mean it. Stop it. I am not nucking futs. I’ve been watching the days on the calender come closer and closer to my turn on the roster here at TWA, and every time my brain tried to wrap around an idea on what to post, it would freeze faster than a woman hearing the words “yes,that dress makes you look fat.”
So 3 cheers for noted lard eating fat bastard Michael (GET INNA MY BELLY!) Moore. With shaking hands that no shot of liquor (or several, trust me) could subdue, I typed the URL into the address bar. I didn’t take but 3 seconds for me to be lying on the floor (from the liquor). Then I woke up and looked at the screen again. This time, it took less than a second to end up on the floor again, doubled over in laughter. Because this is what popped up to assault my soon bulging eyeballs:

How tragic. How sad. How utterly abysmal. I will kick myself forever because I had not a clue that today was “National Day of Action to Stop the Draft” day. Oh the humanity! What will I tell my grandchildren? Will I ever live it down?
Wait a minute. There is no draft.
Phew! I am redeemed!
If you want a nice belly laugh, take a gander at the official site of people protesting a non-existent event!
cross posted at Vince Aut Morireand The Wide Awakes


























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Beth says:
GOD, that’s a scary title. :shock: