The bumber sticker at the farm event all say IMPEACH!

I think I saw one BS that said:

GOP's are catfish-bottom-mud-suckers?

Anonymous.

So the poor fellow with no face or backbone was condemned to be executed for hate and the endorsement of malicious retorts..

The government and those apartment trolls were ordered to be extolled? o.

In a more harmonious rule of Natures laws those vile-ilk were condemned to be hung on trees or to be Gibbeted?

Maybe you can be given a reprieve by the government's assassination of character and reputation's oversight committee...

I'll give the NSA your identity. Plead mercy.

Then sit in a closet and play a tiny flesh cello?

You malicious cowards may read the Bible and pump jack?

Troll Trash impress who?

Browse for pork in the rattle snake cranial.

Read a diagnostic statistical manuel and rip out a page?

Wipe your butt? Now hand 'it' to your boss? Blow the nose?

Know the troll dirty slime mentality and your stink mind... snoops. ..

IMO.

stooped. apologies to the more respectable readers.

It's called a jumping pink porpoise? The wobbling bird penguins and Harley bikini gals that G.O. hangs around with call 'it' a tiny wiggling shrimp.

The Punkin' Butt part? Ya's will have to ask some of G.O.'s old Nam bunker hooch buddies?

Pleiku, Vietnam is where the gummiest had skilled engineered put together TVs gun-tracks, and G.O. was on the lookout for buffaloes butt while he sat on a 2/-1/2 ton named 'Wild Thing' with a 50-caliber and twin penguin M-60 machine-guns.

Respectfully to G.O..

G.O. may get cranky?

Who wouldn't about DC?

The dip-stick crowd steal,

The water Buffaloed sing on TV- Moo.

Move crooks. Bathe in Exxon crude-oil.

P.S. Who would not laugh aloud at B.B.'s Opus.

P.S. G.O. Before some deranged "enemy" of Opus and You comes he to blast USA off the planet...I met a Lt. Col., and former Nam company commander, veteran of D Co., 815th Engineer (Pleiku) (Jan-Dec 1971) What days. What a small world. He's a chicken farmer now post-war. I had a couple beers with him and a returning Afghanistan-vet who was at a farm conference to begin anew...meaning...wish to rid the war from the psyche-memory...Something watches over vets, cow veterinarians, drunks, and nice penguins who don't enjoy TeeVee. But G.O. and Opus have so much in common. They both love a cute skinny, or a plump mousse to smoothie things out, and both rubber-down folk can experience an opportunity to vent with a darn vet.

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G.O. You remind me of a Amish goat farmer.