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There’s nothing inherently wrong with savoring Johnnie Walker Blue with the politicians we cover.
Yes. There. Fucking. Is.
Kudos for the ethical burbling about the inches.
Hooray! Your yards are owned.
April 30, 2011 in Village Idiocy | Permalink