Pensacola, Full Steam Ahead
In honor of Bingley BASTARD‘s incredibly callous sense of humor and appalling lack of empathy, not to mention good taste, I have put together a short
Photo Essay.
Once you’ve seen it, realizing how cruel the Dennis graphic below really is, I shall be covered with good wishes and love, whilst he will be shunned for the cretinous schmuck he is.
Now.
I have blue tarp to duct tape.
Thank you for your support.
Pensacola…is that near Bangladesh?
And it’s cretan, btw.
Nice montage, THS.
(I didn’t point out your ‘latest’ spelling f*ck-up, did I?)
And you’re WRONG anyway. You would be number 2. How appropriate.
So, la la la, just proves my point.
Never mind. I’m stressed.
Goofball. Sniffing that roof epoxy again?
Maybe God is angry with someone in Pensacola. All you need to do is find the person and toss him into the sea.
If I remember right, I think that cures having storms repeatedly slam into your city.
As I am plumb out of chickens and coffin nails, I think I will act on your suggestion. I’m going looking for the guy who thought ‘sinking’ the Oriskany was a good thing. That’ll be a start.
Sooo, have you changed your mind about the gubmint spending a couple million to move it out of your yard?
I think I have found a few of the people you may need to toss into the sea:
Dennis may make a sudden turn or dwindle. Here’s to hoping. Good luck, Ms. Sister.
Good luck, THS. Maybe you should toss Mr. Bingley as the sacrifice.
The danger is the ocean might toss me back, JeffS…