Showing posts with label snortin' and a rip roarin'. Show all posts
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Friday, September 26, 2008

When the Dullard(s) Come Home to Roost

Just for the record, folks, Cliffolaus is back again. And, yes, this mostly barbaric incarnation of Cliffy/his paranoid personality disorder/his schizo-affective disorder (steroids driven, of course), damned if he isn't just as comically deranged as he's ever been; the son-of-a-bitch. Of course, the fact that he's bankrupt, apparently, to the point of having NOTHING superior to do, of him....spending an entire life in such a virtual wasteland, etc., how could you not AS WELL have at least a smidge of sympathy - bastardly son-of-a-bitch or not, I'm saying?