A stealth fan club!
OK, I need to shoot people. Badly. They keep making up policy that is goddamned near impossible to implement, and cloaking it in such vague, terse terms that I spend the whole time asking for further clarification just to try to see WHAT I am supposed to do.
I don't want an incontinent fan club. That should go on the pickets.
"BETTER (OR NO) FANCLUB FOR ITA, MADE OF PEOPLE WHO DO NOT LEAVE DROPPINGS!!"
sick.
sick, sick, sick, sick.
yucky.
I need a bunch more syllables to make it a haiku, but you get the idea. I just woke up from a coma nap and am wondering whether I am tempting fate to even look at dry crackers.
See My Vest!
It KILLS me that the dude's name is Burns.
Ahahaha! And it really WAS made from real gorilla chest!
I wonder if his loafers were former gophers.
I wonder if his loafers were former gophers.
Why, certainly. It was either that or skin his chauffeurs.
Well, then, perhaps a sweater made of Irish Setter?