“S’mores Code? Campfire girls. Mika may be a dit-dit-ditz, but she’s got Iraq — no joke. Reminds me: Beau. But anyway. I used to drive a semaphore. You think I’m joking, but I’m not.”
“It was a warm spring evening, sometime in the fall, at the headquarters building, or maybe at Walrus’s Lego lair; there were definitely three strapping young men, or an old codger with an Emu. We were all drunk, or high, except for the sober ones…”
Allegations center around “a certain MSNBC fetishist”…
Something about tight sweaters and tighter shots…
. . .
Due to ISP issues, Oppo will be posting exclusively in Morse Code for a while. He’ll let you know when the problem is fixed.
Joe Biden:
“S’mores Code? Campfire girls. Mika may be a dit-dit-ditz, but she’s got Iraq — no joke. Reminds me: Beau. But anyway. I used to drive a semaphore. You think I’m joking, but I’m not.”
“It was a warm spring evening, sometime in the fall, at the headquarters building, or maybe at Walrus’s Lego lair; there were definitely three strapping young men, or an old codger with an Emu. We were all drunk, or high, except for the sober ones…”
“Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.”
“I had the presence of mind to write a memo on my brand-new iPad, which I purchased in 2024, but this happened in 1980 or thereabouts.
“Anyway, he was grisly and bare — It might have been a grizzly bear — and offered me an internship. Though I don’t think bears can talk.”
{whispers}
“It was whoreable.”
… but he was oh-so-able…
Don’t forget the large, wooden badger in the yard.
I’m not surprised. Every single woman I’ve had sexual encounters with remembers it.
“I fainted when he whispered, “I’m gonna nuke your moon…”
There is not enough alcohol on the planet to encounter Christine Blasey Ford, or E. Jean Carroll for that matter.