The assembled crowd grows restless as FrankJ drones on. “We were promised another round of SI Swimsuit babes,” one attendee was heard to mutter. “If we don’t get back to the frivolity soon, it isn’t the moon that’s going to get nuked.”
tankdemon would like to clarify to the lucky bastard from the FBI that drew surveillance detail for IMAO, (btw, you guys have proven to be absolutely useless in helping to recover my shillelagh. I had to order a new one from Kilkenny, and it didn’t make it in time for St. Paddy’s Day,) that any any seeming threat of violence in the previous comment was purely fictional, and written purely for humorous effect. Furthermore, let it be noted that tankdemon does not even have the capability to launch a nuke at anybody, and, in the hypothetical instance that he actually did, FrankJ would be so far down the list of targets that that the only thing he might have to worry about is residual radiation when the Emu starts to glow.
Well actually…you might want to see an avian vet about that because only mammals have sweat glands. If your skin is …. leaking … that might not be something you can Chuck Norris you way out of, my feathered friend.
“I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory! Good luck! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.”
Excuse me, but I thought I had Luxury Box tickets. I shouldn’t be down here with the riff-raff.
How many times can one man reference an Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator in one lecture? I thought the topic was supposed to be rabbits.
The assembled crowd grows restless as FrankJ drones on. “We were promised another round of SI Swimsuit babes,” one attendee was heard to mutter. “If we don’t get back to the frivolity soon, it isn’t the moon that’s going to get nuked.”
tankdemon would like to clarify to the lucky bastard from the FBI that drew surveillance detail for IMAO, (btw, you guys have proven to be absolutely useless in helping to recover my shillelagh. I had to order a new one from Kilkenny, and it didn’t make it in time for St. Paddy’s Day,) that any any seeming threat of violence in the previous comment was purely fictional, and written purely for humorous effect. Furthermore, let it be noted that tankdemon does not even have the capability to launch a nuke at anybody, and, in the hypothetical instance that he actually did, FrankJ would be so far down the list of targets that that the only thing he might have to worry about is residual radiation when the Emu starts to glow.
FBI:
“Ah, what the hell . . . indict him anyway.”
Women glow, Emus perspire.
Under those conditions, I believe you mean “expire.”
Well actually…you might want to see an avian vet about that because only mammals have sweat glands. If your skin is …. leaking … that might not be something you can Chuck Norris you way out of, my feathered friend.
It’s what John Wayne would do.
You have mistaken me for an earthly Emu.
You’ve mistaken me for someone who makes mitsakes.
I haven’t mistaken you from bird fodder.
If you can’t reach orbit first, you’ve got a problem with the Big E, baby…
The ratio & distribution of newsboy to fedora is rather informative. Not a single bowler or boater.
I guess we still have a bit of time before the DEI folks focus on headgear equity.
“Why is he on about the Cheese makers?”
Also we all could do a better job discouraging Damncat from making deposits in the planters. The plants are beginning to look a bit ragged.
Time to fill up your spray bottles, boys.
{Points at houses across the street}
“Those are my residences over there! Keep off the lawns! There will be no lemonade and sandwiches after the speech!”
“I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory! Good luck! And let us beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.”
Harangue ‘Em High (2023)
Still drew a bigger crowd than FJB. Smelled of brow sweat and wool though.
“Now go do that voodoo that you do so well!”
Whose job is it to ensure everybody give a “Harrumph!”?
Today’s edition of “Where’s Jack Torrance” has commenced. Winner gets a free night in room 237.
Missed it, sorry – I’ll catch it on substack later…
FrankJ” Ok, we’re going to march on the Capitol of IMAO and show them we want more shenanigans, SI and Babes&lagers..”