Oh The Stench!

thompete6
May 11, 2023
1 min read

Really, how are we supposed to breathe (let alone share a laugh over our favorite Harrison Rhodes novel), with the effluvia wafting up from Congress these days! Our nostrils rebel at the unsavory acrobatics of those old prostitutes. Give me instead the whale on the beach, the battlefield latrines, the fetid maw of Beelzebub himself--perfume, compared to the politicos! Pray for us! Pray to Beelzebub if you must, but pray for a change in the wind!

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