How very nice.
A Thursday night.
Decided to do something unusual.
Stopped at a bar.
Ok, so it wasn’t that unusual.
Had a couple.
Watched an awesome tennis match.
Not an ounce of fat on those bodies, may I add.
I’ll have a cheese burger.
And onion rings.
And so it goes: Those who have it and those who eat it.
Waddled up the drive way.
Oh Chicken Butt!
What a fine wife you would be.
But my love, my lover, my lady is the sea.
Changed my tune:
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
Actually, who wants to hang out with Lucy in the sky with diamonds?
So, I went to the desert on a horse with no name, as a Free Bird, singing, “Girls just want to have fun.”
Just then the 3 piggies appeared, singing, “Who’s afraid of Donald Trump?”
And the GOP party fainted.
Oh baby baby, it’s a wild world.
It’s hard to get by on a smile.
Unless of course, you happen to be a billionaire, and if anyone opposes you, tie them up in court for the rest of their pitiful lives.
Meanwhile, 3 are gearing up for the next debate.
Their theme song: