Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Helplessly Hoping

 









Anybody seen the Vegas odds over/under for a pants-sh*tting pudding pop stream-of-consciousness rambling incoherency meltdown?

7 comments:

Robin Datta said...

Might this help?

Deathray said...

When his lower jaw starts moving left to right and he's grinding his teeth, you'll have your answer.

Anonymous said...

It's gonna take drugs and lots of'em.

W Wilson said...

I give him 5 1/2 minutes before he shits himself.

Robin Datta said...

A hobbling, demented senile man and a hooker walk into a bar...
Oh, wait! That was after the inauguration.

John Wilder said...

The Mrs. listened until she had to turn it off. I rather enjoyed the hot tub, myself.

Aesop said...

I listened to the same point.
For me, it was when the sergeant at arms for the Congress identified the guest speaker as the president of anything.
If I'm going to watch wholesale fiction, Hollywood does it better, and I'd rather have it identified as such from the outset. I hold no brief for humoring the delusional.