The First Dog received a special airplane ride to Martha's Vineyard for vacation. It wasn't as expensive as flying Air Force One, but he's a dog, after all.
Meanwhile, some poor sucker in Anytown, USA is wondering how he'll keep his business open and worries about his wife's illness.
Dipshits. May the library for this President be a port-a-can on a corner in Chicago.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.