OMP is now officially moved and gone from here
The few who are still dropping by have noticed I
am not paying much attention to this site anymore. Lifli appears to have pulled
the plugged on support to iBlog, and I've been doing most of daily posts over at
Maggie's Farm where I they love my work, a
dollar a day's worth. The One Minute President is now located here, at least until I get the domain hosting
issues resolved. The channel links should eventually lead to the proper
locations..
I'm also reworking the right channel on this site
to eliminate bad links and subject you to click-thrus that result in pennies of
revenue coming my way, although I have yet to see a penny or a shekel or a
humjob from any of the affiliate links I've had on the site since before
September 11 allegedly — according to himself, his handlers, and the
liberals media — transformed Goober W. Bush from a self-serving
incompetent nincompoop unable to eat pretzels without damaging his face to the
pinnacle of developmentally disabled leadership in nation of miserable fucks
(NOMF™).
You can also occasionally see my less kind and gentle side at Smoke Signals, where Miquel Goldini struts his beatnik booty for truth, justice, and whatever comes his way. My stuff is usually in Communications and Docter Faustaroll.
You going to the inauguration of Biraq Hussein Osama? If so, let's party. I'll be dressed like one of the guys from Brother from Another Planet, except I promise to have egg on my collar, in tribute to the service Leo Van Scyoc provided one of my many alma maters with the typically lame in loco parentis schticks that are not as easy to remove from your soul as dog shit is from your shoe, and dog shit on your shoe is simply unacceptable, which is why we employ undocumented nannies.
Where was I? Oh yeah. I was right where I am, right where I was, and right where I am heading. Is that so wrong?
Merry Crispness everyone.
You can also occasionally see my less kind and gentle side at Smoke Signals, where Miquel Goldini struts his beatnik booty for truth, justice, and whatever comes his way. My stuff is usually in Communications and Docter Faustaroll.
You going to the inauguration of Biraq Hussein Osama? If so, let's party. I'll be dressed like one of the guys from Brother from Another Planet, except I promise to have egg on my collar, in tribute to the service Leo Van Scyoc provided one of my many alma maters with the typically lame in loco parentis schticks that are not as easy to remove from your soul as dog shit is from your shoe, and dog shit on your shoe is simply unacceptable, which is why we employ undocumented nannies.
Where was I? Oh yeah. I was right where I am, right where I was, and right where I am heading. Is that so wrong?
Merry Crispness everyone.
Posted: Sat - December 20, 2008 at 04:34 PM
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