Excerpts from the debait
Some pithy commentary on the Twitter, or Who Moved My Moon Cheese…
- Another debate? I’m still hungover from the last one.
- Willard It’s class warfare to accuse me of taking my money off-shore!
- Noot: I want a tax as flat as Willard’s head.
- Frothy: Reagan! Drink up!
- Goldbug – Ayn Rand lives!
- MOON COLONIES!
- Willard – Can I off-shore my wealth on the moon?
- Noot: Captain Kirk will not be the first lover in space!
- Frothy – Forget outter space, let’s talk about inner-space like uteruses…
- Houston, we have a problem.
- Noot: But… but… Lt. Deanna Troy was so hot…
- Frothy – get our fiscal house in order because we’ll need it for all that home schooling.
- Frothy – To help you, lady, you need to find a man and start popping out his spawn.
- Frothy is getting all twitching and keeps saying Mandate. Hubba-hubba!
- Goldbug – When I started medicine we had leeches!
- Willard – I’m Mexican, kinda.
- Will Callista be the Third Lady? Stay Tuned!
- Noot – First Lady? No More Gotcha Questions!
- Noot: Callista has great breath control, if you know what I mean.
- Frothy – I am straight married.
- Callista knows how to blow the French Horn, baby. That’s hot.
- Damn, can you imagine how fun the moon colony discussion would be if Bachmann were still here?
- “Are you single?” — Noot
- Willard – I’m not going to talk about baptizing dead people again.
- I need to know Bachmann’s position on Moon Colonies, and I need to know it NOW!
- I’ve said it before: I have no objection to Noot wanting to go to the moon; it’s the return trip that bums me out.
- Noot is figuring out which crater will have the Tiffany’s.
Who’s the jackass that got Troi’s name wrong? Send Lwaxana to his house.
Graves, you swine!
I never watched it.
Rgds,
TG
Somebody warn Neut., “The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress.”
He would last to about halfway down the Arrivals ramp.
There’s not enough rocket fuel to get Newt’s fat ass up there.
I need to know Bachmann’s position on Moon Colonies, and I need to know it NOW!
My girlfriend really misses Michelle. Maybe Michelle can be the ambassador to Moonlandia!
‘Spoon -
I miss ol’ One-L, too. I still think of that terrible moment that the Comedy died.
Rgds,
TG
I can’t afford the nose bleeds and headaches that watching and thinking about these
bipedal pond scum cause.
Wake me when the blood bath/convention begins or better yet, when they just take baseball bats to each other’s head and the maroon that’s last to blow a spit bubble wins.