"Kamala, she's exhausted, drained, low energy. Me? I am precious, so eepy, just the sleepiest little boy. The best little boy. I'm ready to be tucked into bed now."
When Trump says he's never met this man, this time we can believe him ... unfortunately for Charlie Kirk.
Driving back from the doctor's office this morning ... apparently I brought home a tick after planting some milkweed yesterday ... I heard the radio ad again about how we need to vote Republican to stop "the crazy trans agenda." A big part of the ad is male teens undergoing transition surgery to take college athletic scholarships. Heck, I just want the Dems to promise my house won't be attacked by dragons.
For the monarch butterflies. It used to be prolific around here, but it went through a decline. I have a lot of meadow and woodland and the milkweed's been making a comeback that I'm trying to help along.
You're welcome. I love nature and try to be environmentally conscious. I have five cats that all were strays and I feed several others along with some possums, raccoons and deer on my property. I might have been a Hindu in a past life, I guess.
That song at the end is surprisingly good. Actually, considering Johns track record, I should have not been surprised.
If women are a Jewish conspiracy, then I want to convert. L'chaim! (btw, I really hope @THE HCP read that as "la-chame")
