Neanderpundit

but I’m damned if I’d rather not have Hillary in the oval office than an Obamunist.

At least there’d be some testicles resting on that chair once in a while.

Sheesh, folks, I’m glad you’re making Dick feel cozy and at home, I mean- if that’s what it takes to keep him blogging, more power to ya! But it just seems unfair for you to comment on HIS posts and ignore MINE.

My new Lord and Master Brak will fix you, you’ll see.

and I’m not any too happy about the bananas, for reasons I’ll explain later.

Still, I’m not having nearly the gastrointestinal distress I was earlier in the week, thank ja, and I may actually be able to eat real food later on today.

As for the nanners.

Well, all across Africa, you see little huts and houses with a banana tree out back. That banana tree is the toilet. You drop your drawers, hug that nanner tree, and drop your deuce. And wipe yourself with the dried nanna leaf.

If it goes on in Africa, I assume it goes on in wherever we get our nanners from. So I’m not pleased about bananas, but I’ll survive. If I don’t have to eat them, however, I will probably not.

yes, I know all plants are fertilized. yes, I know the banana tree is not a tree.