I can't breathe. I can't breathe. [Watch and Read]Well, jeez, being accused of selling unlicensed cigarettes, why the surprise?
I see our old pal Liberty-Lynchin' Patrick of the Patrolmen's Benevolent Association-- and talk about your Orwellian oxymorons -- is "pleased."
Well no wonder:
The guy lifted several fingers.
Suddenly, these lyrics take on new meaning:
Bad boys, bad boys
What'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do when they come for you?
I wonder if they ever think about that.
"oxymorons" or just plain morons?
ReplyDeleteLooking for an actual hill to stand on? This is likely it; not Ferguson.
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