Wow. The term "business hours" is already five years old?
Where does the time go?
Wow. The term "business hours" is already five years old?
Where does the time go?
I know, time sure does fly, doesn't it?Business time sure does.
Business time sure does.
Timex doesn't keep business hours.
Two marching frogs
Any comment on the anniversary from the DUmmies yet?I haven't seen any, but it wasn't the DUmp's finest hour.
Does anybody know if the Bostonian Drunkard ever showed up on Skins's island yesterday, Fitzmas?The last sighting of the Plagiarist Pitt was on Fitzmas Eve, when he was moaning about bin Laden's bloody end:
I didn't the greasy squalid pompous ass myself, but I don't see everything.
One wonders if any primitives noted the anniversary.
A segment of the population called into question the cold-blooded manner of the terrorist mastermind's dispatch, and, of course, a segment of the population simply refused to believe it had happened at all... The manner in which we arrived at the moment may have been unworthy, as some have suggested, but the facts of aftermath remain for all to see.
Fine and good. Let's take that feeling and run with it, for by God and sonny Jesus, we still have so much to do right here in America.
The last sighting of the Plagiarist Pitt was on Fitzmas Eve, when he was moaning about bin Laden's bloody end:
By the way, the DUmmy Plagiarist Pitt plagiarized that blasphemous phrase above from some obscure musical group:
http://www.myspace.com/bygodandsonnyjesus
Or maybe a blogger:
http://thethingsweknow.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-swear-by-god-and-sonny-jesus.html
If you search, you can find the original source of nearly everything the drunkard posts.
I'll always remember our first Fitzmas together.
We should have annual Fitzmas specials and poems and stuff.
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T'was the night before Fitmas and all through the DUmp
Not a creature was stirring not even the Las Vegas Lump
All the articles were posted, in the GD forum with care
In the hopes an indictment, soon would be there
The moonbats had snuggled, up with their bongs
With dreams of marching in Berkley, marching in throngs
My partner in his/her/it's kerchief, and I in my cap
Were discussing which one had given, the other The Clap
When Pitt fell from his barstool with o' such a clatter
I dropped my government check to see what was the matter
Wee Willie Winky was shouting, shouting with glee,
"The Rove! The Rove! Rove is done and we shall all soon be free!"
I asked him to say how, and I asked him to say when.
"It doesn't matter! It's ten dollars you must send!"
Was this a scam or was it some cruel ruse?
"No, no good friend. I just need me some more booze!"
"What of the indictment?" I asked beginning to sour.
He replied, "in 24...er...but that would be by the business hour."
The hours came and the hours went.
My hopes were dashed, crashed, crushed and just spent.
So I went back to bed, once again Bush's slave
The turned to my partner and said, "One of us needs to shave."
I'll always remember our first Fitzmas together.
We should have annual Fitzmas specials and poems and stuff.
------------***-------------
T'was the night before Fitmas and all through the DUmp
Not a creature was stirring not even the Las Vegas Lump
All the articles were posted, in the GD forum with care
In the hopes an indictment, soon would be there
The moonbats had snuggled, up with their bongs
With dreams of marching in Berkley, marching in throngs
My partner in his/her/it's kerchief, and I in my cap
Were discussing which one had given, the other The Clap
When Pitt fell from his barstool with o' such a clatter
I dropped my government check to see what was the matter
Wee Willie Winky was shouting, shouting with glee,
"The Rove! The Rove! Rove is done and we shall all soon be free!"
I asked him to say how, and I asked him to say when.
"It doesn't matter! It's ten dollars you must send!"
Was this a scam or was it some cruel ruse?
"No, no good friend. I just need me some more booze!"
"What of the indictment?" I asked beginning to sour.
He replied, "in 24...er...but that would be by the business hour."
The hours came and the hours went.
My hopes were dashed, crashed, crushed and just spent.
So I went back to bed, once again Bush's slave
The turned to my partner and said, "One of us needs to shave."