I still maintain that throwing shoes is better than blowing self up in the middle of the crowd. If we all were only throwing shoes one at another, we could call it world peace... of sorts.
Yea, A dubious sort of a sort, with broken noses, gauged eyes, dislocated kneecaps, the occasional open skull, men grabbing their privet parts with huge pain, and all around broken glasses, broken windows, a sever wire or two. Given enough time – a fire can start. It’s the national lampoon peace process. Somebody get Hilary. Love your humor man.
I still maintain that throwing shoes is better than blowing self up in the middle of the crowd. If we all were only throwing shoes one at another, we could call it world peace... of sorts.
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ReplyDeleteA dubious sort of a sort, with broken noses, gauged eyes, dislocated kneecaps, the occasional open skull, men grabbing their privet parts with huge pain, and all around broken glasses, broken windows, a sever wire or two. Given enough time – a fire can start.
It’s the national lampoon peace process.
Somebody get Hilary.
Love your humor man.