O, how 'bout a Lancaster Pa. brew company, Hop Hog?

It is a pale ale, and taste good to me.

Please, as moonstricken as one cares to be, anonymous earlier requested:

Step backward, hold hands up high into the night sky. If Juan Sabastion Bach is paying heed- you too, also, walk backward.

In small short-paces, small measured steps, begin to walk backward, and gaze into the night air. See a Moon.

Outside the air is fresher. A moon is one-half waxed, one-half full. Really, why crawl along like a beast, lowly, a gop, a dark low-crawler, a slime-worm, and a beastly 4- (242) food grazing, a four hoof-leg beast?

Stand up on 4- feet? It is more enjoyable. Remain undefiled, and no wear foul undies.?. A shorter feller will do a daily pooper, and foul his boss's britches...Right?

shi**ers boss? What a waste of good dough! Yep.

A Moon is not a naughty looney. It is one-half full. A Pedinska, Glenn, Kurtz, Murray, and the other vapid, petty, and honestly gross Beltway media's mind would benifit by a few moments- Moon gazed- until Moonstricken a little bit...

Ya's can shave your legs, underarms, crotch, or arm pits by the moon beams, tonight...as W.T. said, "Life is brief." Groom.

Tell Hairy to shave his legs, and Nancy Pelosi's too while he's shaving feller-politico's hair on Capital Hill. The Update made us-libs less a bafoon. I hope. Are the GOP-THUGS pathetic, or void of the Moon's light? I just wondering.

Oh- Watch-Gaze, and learn the Moon won't hurt you...It is only one/half waxed, but waxing, and expanding, increasingly more and more Full (not fool). Watch, listen, and know it won't hurt a neo-con.

Cole D' Bier?

Hop Hog Pale ale.

Merry Homeland Insecurity, and aren't we happy those expert politicos have never let humanity down a slipper path...Ho Ho Ho, another look into the Damnable Black Coal GOP Brains.

Howie Damnation Department, and aren't we dooie, louie, liberie, VandeHei, Howdie, tipsia, Shalaigh, goofy, Steny, donald dooia, liberated, safer, fat left, tootsy, footsia, and happy for the wonderful Judiciary.?!?~.

Another Lucky Day...

You gops can give us the most joy. It's like Eater bunny visiting Capital Hill every day. Pelosi get a new grin. Harry get a neo-holy=jock strap. Bows and Zen arrows soot Okey Dokie red-tip rubber arrows like a good Cupid fouled-up king of Roosters- that a White House can...holy socks SHOULD.

O, hip yip dip-sticks (Dirty) for House and Senate, MS-Press, medial-carnival and what a GRAND 3-ring circus.

Piano player Speaker, and minority squeaky sneaker Reid can...huh...tap dance on the piano,

okay let's sing Jingle Bells,

what a White House wonderful show.

A open spacious sky? Hands high into the sky. Arne or Kitt can play the juice harp and harmonica to the tune of Double Time March 'um to The Looney Farm.

Buy Pedinska some new clean socks?

Glenn, you make me get the sniffle snots.

All the high falutin squirrels hardly have time to horde nuts.

A skunk needs to take her tail and sweep out the fox den of iniquity. That's a cool word- Iniquity.

okay, jingle all the way in a wide-open jolley sleigh or we in jepary and Peril.

Glenn, your sounding so good and Far Left- I bet your in-Tune with Nature's Wrath.

O, bells of holley.

O, be wearing gay apparel.

La,la,la, I forgot what I was about to say: Wow-wee. A new script or let's expect the GOP supporters to strip and tell us baby bunnies come out of belly buttons. I belive they are the same-same as Glenn says them-joker (BAD) are horrible. yep.

Thee who still are loyal to repub-dementia, need cute pig tails pinned to the hiney.

The Salon makes Far Lefty's goofy. I go. I don't understand. I'll never be quoted here, I hope. I'll never say another stupid thing.

I'll go for a ride in a booster seat in the back of a rural hillbilly pick-up truck. Turn computer off! Immediatly. Gads.

Beautiful celery,

Good stuff.

Good first comment.

Beautiful sunshine Sunday

I crankey. I stepped in Pete's poop.

I'd not trust a politician as far as can throw daffy the duck.

Ah. The mute politico's will eat the two last turkey wings at the Capital Hill cafeteria and leave none for Pam.

Yowwoo.

I realize there are serious disputes about northern Iraq (The News Hour last eve) and Turkey, but if want to vote for a hooie, pooey!

I will vote for truth.

The three past days of nourishment makes me feel like Goofy the Duck ought to jump in the running with Donald Ducky.

Pam, you introduce me to a way of thinking I do appreciate, tho. I got to wipe up the poop I tracked into the kitchen,

okay. But then I'll wash my hands and make a grilled cheese sandwhich with the burnt crust cut off.

I vote that Daisey Duck to be a Guest Egg Lawyer Poster for Glenn Greenwald next. He needs two weeks off and a cold bier.

I'm on farm probation. Behave! ~'~

Cheese.

i'll take a stool, TO HEADQUARTERS, dems,

large enough for one flop lump of cheese.

~;~ It will be the first bribe of my life.

Besides that~~it~~stinks. It has a disease?~~hypothermia?

And it may be true~~?~~that slippery "ergot" comes from snails,

Or~~from a tiny snail~~former dinosour~~~?~~~Who cares! Bon appeitite.

Yikes~~interesting~~ letters, and Oh No~we are invaded as I type this...~!~

The tiny millipede~~~Squirts~~~a yellow substance? What is it? No ask Alice.

Poor Alice. Try a nice snail to coat the gastronomic tummy ache, okay. I sleepy.

My belly button is full of pink lint. I'll go read Alice in Wonderland. She'll know what is wrong?

I doubt it~~fussy adults~~~

Eat right is a smart start.~~~