Blogging is as blogging does. This blog contains random words of wisdom and art, shaken not stirred, along with other ingredients I find piquant and pleasant to my tastes.
My cousin worked at the Houstonian when papa bush was there. THe stories I heard from him amuse and frighten. The night Daddy won Shrub went wild and his old man was pounding the table cussin him-trying to get him to calm down. They all called him Jr--it was not a term of endearment. Something had him all cranked up-God knows what he'd been doing. He did say Shrubs kids were very well behaved and had great manners. I understand his dog minds too. Maybe he ain't all bad but I know for damn sure he sux like a hoover in heat as a president.
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