Oh my papa
To me he was so wonderful
Oh my papa
To me he was so good
No one could be
So gentle and so lovable
Oh my papa
He always understood
Gone are the days
When he would take me on his knee
And with a smile
He'd change my tears to laughter
Oh my papa
To me he was so wonderful
Deep in my heart
I miss him so today
Oh my papa
Oh my papa
Oh my papa
7 comments:
Surber nails the conclusions to be drawn.
This is why Frumpty is doing so poorly with the Millennials.
Bill Clinton is the real bastard.
And not because of his birth.
I don't care that Bubba had a love child. I don't care that Trump called Machado fat. I don't care about anyone's tax returns. All this dust thrown in our eyes. We've got to stop the deconstruction of America and Trump's the only hope we have to do that. It's blindingly obvious. But I'm not naive. I know millions will vote for the Witch because "That Mr. Trump, he's so vulgar." Anyway, Haz is right as usual to appreciate life. What did Shakespeare write?...."There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Will this week decide the election?
If Politico says it, the answer is probably, "No".
Look, if Frumpty has another public swoon (I mean they had a gurney waiting here in the Rubber City), I don't care when it takes place, that's the election.
Then, of course, there's what Assange has to say.
(if he lives through it...)
Ed, you need to read chick's post after this about using "if" in your hypothetical.
If you are pinning things on Hillary swooning, things are bad. Yes, we both hope Assange has some interesting things to say. I also hope Trump spends some time practicing for the next debates because he hurt himself with the first one and then (probably even more so) with the week following.
He is pulling a Buckner. I think you know that but you will never say it.
Clinton likes chocolate because vanilla and chocolate still makes chocolate.
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