Charge the Common Ground

I'm sitting in the basement of my home on Skywood Lane laughing at the comedic rants and reports contained on this blog. Nothing has come close to the sighting of the "gamey yard ape, pensive, yet extremely thirsty" in Tampa, resplendent with gimmicky crab hat. Laughed out loud at the picture. True Ozone moment. I must catch a glimpse of a wild yard ape strolling down the street quoting Countdown outros word for word.

Watched Big Joe wipe the floor with a fresh Hockey Mom mop tonight. Aw shucks, Sarah, say it ain't so that you equate foreign policy experience to the geographical proximity of Alaska to Russia. Funny enough, Key West is extremely close to two foreign countries as well, Cuba 90 miles to the south, the Bahamas 45 miles to the southeast. Now tell me something, do you think the Mayor of Key West shouts out his foreign policy experience based on how close he is to Havana while sucking down Margaritas at Sloppy Joes? Well, yes he might actually do that, but you get the point. Way to go, wild woman of the North, you can fake emotional talking points like the best of your party.

One last note: I'm going to find out who is blasting their car stereo's bass in my neighborhood every night for the last three and add them to the wet list.

Nan-out