Pant suits, Jackboots and the Mile High Club: DNC 08

I have on occasion used the term Back it up, bitch., however, the context was very different than the illustrated example below.

In case you missed it... journalists in Georgia..

Sunday small talk with an Lieutenant and a Captain

Monday

We could use a little bit of this round these parts...

Zuma Dogg, bitch.

Jesus Christ Shit Stain

I must apologize for my tardiness in posting yesterday's miraculous sightings, yes two, of your boss the Jewish carpenter.

I'll let you search out the CNN "reports" but here's a brief summary.

The first was a Cheeto, ya know, those crunchy orange things that your wipe the crumbs on you ass. Kind of like Ash Wednesday but backwards. The image of Jesus on the cross was nicknamed Cheesus by the owner of the most holy of snacks. Now that's viral marketing.

The second sighting was on a poor little kitten's fur. The swirling coat of a cute little feline in the likeness of the face of Jesus is surely a sign, right?

What if, just what if, the crazy guy on the corner with the bullhorn, judged by all as a wacko, really is Jesus. The real second coming right there as you laugh and snicker while off to see Hannah Montana.

Ridiculous you say? No more ridiculous than Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich or in a glass of chocolate milk. Although a tasty combination bad for your heart.

Enjoy and remember cleanliness is next to godliness. Is really is Christmas in July.

How you gonna come?