Greetings and welcome to another Monday in Reverend Wright’s America. Despite the bad reverend and his worthless, SCOAMF White House #occupy-ing disciple, we must carry on. There’s work to do, and it’s not like those other butt nuggets are gonna do it. This is merely another storm to be weathered, and it ill-behooves us to do nothing whilst the hatched are battened but shelter in place.
When the storm finally passes and the fog lifts, and the fresh soil is ripe for plowing, we who have persevered through far more Mondays’ worth of pay cuts and layoffs than we deserved will be among the first to plant fresh seeds, and the first to enjoy the ripe fruit that can only grow in an America set free to prosper again.
Now, some ripe fruit. No plowing required.
This gal might look familiar.
I can do this for like a half-millisecond.
Pupster, get out of here.
Proper workout attire? I’m not complaining.
USA! USA! USA
Well I’m fired up.
Let’s go kick Monday’s ass, and may God continue to bless America.
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