A friend asked me why I was staying in town for the Republican National Convention.
The answer is simple: I have a fantasy that a huge sinkhole will open up under Madison Square Garden and swallow the entire Republican Party whole, and I want to be here to see it happen.
Oh, we can all wish…
A boy can dream. But if it does happen, take pictures. And take a baseball bat in case any of them try to crawl out.
If W made an acceptance speech and no one was there to hear it . . . oh happy day!
You dream big! 🙂
Whoops, do you guys all like Kerry?
if you run into laura could you please tell her my grandfather with alzheimers sends his love. and then maybe spit on her or something? thanks.
I love you Faustus.
Your southern fan, Velma Biggers
In my next life, I hope to be your genie…