You know, as much as I adore that loquacious orb, Deep Uvula, there are days I want to grab him/her by the fleshy pink sac and yank hard.
Today is one of those days. See what you think.
Here's the latest from deep inside:
Coming down to the wire. Those dumb yuppies are still looking for volunteer challengers! Told you they had no troops to run the election day battle. We got plenty.
Funny about the whining and the crying about posters. Too bad – politics has a price to pay in Hoboken.
Gotta love Beth and her checkbook, but she spends money like a drunken sailor sometimes. For all the primping and coaching for the debates, she was flapping her hands around like a chicken on crack. Good thing she has money, she won’t make it on skills. But she is stuck like glue to us now. No way she can go anywhere else.
Get ready, more tricks are coming. It’s Wednesday.
The 'posters' reference has nothing to do with commenters on blogs or internet message boards.
It has to do with shopkeepers being intimidated by men in uniform to take down campaign posters for ' non-aligned' candidates.
Yup. Ask around.