WowâŚcrawl on your belly and roll in his dung, sycophant.
Toothpaste ad in his futureâŚ
(any body remember Bucky Beaver 's Ipana toothpaste?)
Political whore.
I swear that guy was in Omega Theta Pi in âAnimal House.â
Veronique Rodman, public affairs officer for the American Enterprise Institute, told TPM that Bowen was out of the office âdealing with family issuesâ and said that he relayed to her that Arab News issued the statement mistakenly
No they didnât
Hilarious. His photo is central casting for the role of slimy opportunist extraordinaire.
Just a mulligan âŚ
The real question is ⌠Does he golf ? ? âŚ
@dannysgrandma
BrushaBrushaBrusha. New Ipana ToothpasteâŚ
âŚand now for something that has nothing to do with anything politicalâŚ
SWAirlines Flight Attendant
Good lordâŚI wouldnât fault him for wanting to WORK for the buffoon because after all itâs the only game in town but to pretend you never had a âthoughtâ in your head except âTRUMP IS THE GREATESTâ seems a high price to pay for a job.
All he needs now is a pair of knee pads and some lip gloss.
Good luck with that. Trump never forgets; sometimes he even remembers things that never happened.
@closet_luddite Is there such a thing as tangerine lip gloss?
In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages, to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and in the side wall, within easy reach of Winstonâs arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.
My goodness, Mr. Orwell was quite the prophet.
Why yes, yes there is.
And as luck would have it, thereâs even a remote connection to Andrew Bowenâs favorite song.
Hey, there people Iâm Bobby Brown,
They say Iâm the cutest boy in town!
My car is fast, my teeth are shiny,
I tell all the girls they can kiss my heiny!
Here I am at a famous school,
I present sharp and Iâm acting cool
Iâve got a cheerleader here wants to help
With my paper let her do all the work
And maybe later I rape her!
Oh, god I am the American dream
I do not think Iâm too extreme
And Iâm a handsome son of a bitch,
Iâm gonna get a good job and be real rich!
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good)
âBobby Brownâ by Frank Zappa
âAEI is an independent, nonpartisan political instituteâ
My ass, they are.
Now thatâs a clear and forceful statement of fact.
Apparently. As we understand it. Maybe.
