Not going to say that sometimes you can tell from how someone looks, but…
I’m thinking they’re drinking from the same font (of Mammon).
Not going to say that sometimes you can tell from how someone looks, but…
I’m thinking they’re drinking from the same font (of Mammon).
That made my Christmas! That and the gnashing of teeth of the people who don’t appreciate your art!
FTFY.
This is just BEGGING for a face-swap.
Oh good lord Satan! The Whiskey is coming down the mountain like an avalanche & the weed fog in the house is most wonderful!
Wer iz der gunz tho.
Isn’t that his, “Pounded in the butt by Satan” face?
Newt GingGrinch.
Often I can go for months on end and convince myself that real true evil doesn’t exist. All it takes to shatter that delusion is a photo of the vile masters of soul munching fuckers and I’m back looking for talismans to ward off satan’s buttboys.
The Oh Lordy Face (re: Office Space).
Fresh brains have lots of antioxidants and omega 3’s. And young children.
My brain always snaps over to this, cannot make it stop…
Gee! Christmas greetings from the guy who did more to destroy American democracy than anyone else. What’s not to love about that?
It’s seasonally appropriate because they’re like a couple of nutcracker figures come to life… Still soulless, but animate.
Sort of off-topic, but who the heck names their kid Newt???
Every time I see Speaker Gingrich…
I think of him attending the Clinton Impeachment,
then going to the hospital to visit his current wife, terminally sick with cancer,
to divorce her, to get with the secretary he’d already been getting with.
(And later divorcing that secretary to get with his current wife, who also was his secretary.)
I have a feeling one of the ground rules Callista set down as their relationship matured was “No more secretaries.”