Thursday, June 24, 2010

Eating the NRA's excrement, liking it, and denying the smell: The Fifty Caliber Institute weighs in on the NRA sell-out.

The lap dog Fifty Caliber Institute picks up NRA turds prior to dining.

My Grandpa Vanderboegh once told me that it was possible to eat a turd if you had enough ketchup. David Codrea weighs in here on the Fity Caliber Institute's latest attempt to out ass-lick Sebastian Snowflake.

Lunchtime at the Fifty Caliber Institute. "Hey, man, can you pass the jumbo bottle of ketchup, please?


Anonymous said...

Thanks for the heads up - otherwise I would not have know of the 25 dollar chance at the Barret!

Anonymous said...

They obviously have a very high opinion of themselves, as they and they alone are able to discern the "demanding a very sophisticated and highly intellectual approach to the very serious problem at hand."

My guess is they don't need the ketchup as they've already acquired a taste for their own dreck.

Bad Cyborg said...

The "Disclosure Act" passed in the House at 16:29 EDT.

DAMN their eyes anyhow!!

Anonymous said...

To quote someone else, "you can't polish a turd".