Skippy lurks here and is taking up the cause: crawling on his belly to beg nutcase nadin to return to the DUmp.
You know what gets me about this.
Skippy, who lives in northern California, was down in San Diego last week.
Skippy's a desk-sitting governmental bureaucrat, and enjoys lots of taxpayer-paid first-class jaunts to here and there, his taxpayer-paid expense account allowing him to stay in the best hotels, to dine in the finest restaurants.
And he doesn't miss a chance, when in a strange city, to meet up with other primitives from Skins's island.
Skippy could've gone to nadin
in person, taken her out to lunch, and persuaded her to return to Skins's island.
But n-o-o-o-o-o; instead of visiting a fellow primitive, he spent the day checking out strip-tease and topless joints in the city.
