Wracked with angst over the fate of our beloved and horribly misgoverned Republic, the DiploMad returns to do battle on the world wide web, swearing death to political correctness, and pulling no punches.
Sitting in my hotel room in Manhattan while the Diplowife and the Diplodaughter spend what's left in my bank account, I was reading a gr...
Mustangs will do that to you.
Have you unleashed the squeaky toy of doom yet? You know, the one they get to "kill" more than a dozen times in a day?Green Bear
I guess we should all play with our dogs and toys because there is clearly no leadership.You prove my point...
Woof! I approve of your priorities!!
Speaking of dogs, I read a story the other day about human DNA being found in hotdogs. Reminded me of this:Did you hear about the hotdog maker who accidentally backed into the meat grinder? He got a little behind in his work.Sorry, Dip. Just trying to kill time until you return to action.