Teh Squeaky Wheel
Remember when I mentioned this idea. Evidently, the dems are worried about it.
Evidently, even if Trump were not to run for some vulnerable house seat, he could be elected speaker, as evidently there is no constitutional requirement that the elected speaker must be a house member.
They’ve been teasing this lately at his rallies. But I think it’s just he’s just trolling them to make them panic.
Wednesday compliments, Wheelizens!
Hey, dv8 (and Harper, whom I missed yesterday; dagnabbit!!1!)
*Pssst…it was Colonel Mustard with the sulfuric acid in the gym.*
The answer is supposed to be “Danger”, but that’s stupid, because ‘danger’ by itself tells you almost nothing.
Well, it suggests that the container is chock-full of peril and menace; booga, booga, booga!
Not to mention that a virtual bottle of virtual sulfuric acid in a virtual gym doesn’t seem like much of a hazard…but then, I’m sort o’ stupid. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[Dick Tufeld voice]
“Danger, P.E. students, danger!”
Harper enjoyed reading your comments as she always does.
Back from the Big Route!! Harper surprised me and went with me on the second half after I came back around and swung by home.
I have a few more stops now on the route. Some I added myself, but a few were done by the cottonwood route guy, but the boss killed the cottonwood commercial route last week when the guy doing it quit. I guess he decided it was too small to bother hiring someone new. So… That’s that, I guess.
So anyway, there are a couple more stops slightly further out toward Cottonwood that I do now.
I’ve also been adding some comps along the route, because I actually throw away so many papers and it seems like a waste. So I try to find new places to put them.
Technically, the more eyes on the paper, the more valuable the advertising is for clients. Although I admit I have a very rudimentary understanding of the newspaper business. I do know they get much more revenue from ad sales than they do from the news stand price.
Good morning, Fatwa, and Dv8.
You guys were a chatty bunch yesterday -- good to see you, Miss Harper. Not that it isn’t good to see the rest of you, but you know…
Well, I guess it sleepy time for me.
Maybe I’ll get up early enough to see all y’all later today.
Happy Shore Bird Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, dv8 (and Harper!), Fatwa, and Sven!
dv8 -- glad the Big Route went well. Interesting article. I think a lot of it is, as you say, trolling.
Good morning and goodnight, Fatwa, Sven and Paddy’O. A tip’o the wand to you, Gentle Mac.
That shore bird looks like dv8 inching his way into a pool. Transitions aren’t his favorite thing and wet stuff of a different temperature is always approached with appropriate caution.
Have a safe and productive day, my friends. If you get the chance eat some ice cream!
Heya, Sven, Paddy and Plaguie!!1!
When it comes to pools, I’m one of those “dive right in” sorts.
Hot tubs, ‘tho, are another matter entirely; not a big fan. (Afterwards, I feel like I should douse myself with drawn butter and fresh lemon juice.)
If you get the chance eat some ice cream!
I tried to, but some big, scary, demented man -- surrounded by goons talking into their suit cuffs -- expropriated it. There oughta be a law…
There’s something wrong about the way that man looks when he eats ice cream. Like he’s attacking the biggest chore he’s been given all day. Or it’s something he can’t quite figure out how to handle. Maybe they should spare him and just get one scoop in a cup with a spoon; or, better yet…just let him stand and sniff the different flavours.
just let him stand and sniff the different flavours.
I hope that image doesn’t cause me nightmares.
Like he’s attacking the biggest chore he’s been given all day.
It’s right up there with getting the contents of the butterscotch pudding cup into his maw.
…just let him stand and sniff the different flavours.
What Paddy said re nightmares. 😉
My work here is done.
I think I may have a bean around here somewhere.