I’d like a pot with a little less crock to it, please.
I made that slow-cooker taco recipe last night and it was a hit.
Alas, I think the House Judiciary and Intelligence committees will be less satisfied as they lift the lids on their Crock-Pots today. Neither side is going to find anything in there that Chef Mueller hasn’t served them before.
And it’s not going to taste any better after Ginger Hitler pisses in it.
Tags: Crock-Pot, Robert Mueller, tacos, U.S. House
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July 24, 2019 at 8:25 am |
Wow! That is something I’ve not seen for awhile – a crock pot.
Crock o’ s–t we have in the White House and pretty much all the Cabinet positions along with the Senate Majority leader, but I can’t remember the last time I saw an actual crock pot.
After the Mueller testimony will they finally IMPEACH THE MOFO ALREADY?
July 24, 2019 at 8:31 am |
Hey, Larry … that’s a cheapo four-quart Crock-Pot that Herself picked up to ferry some vittles to the CLiC offices in Denver waaaaaaay Back In the Day®. You can still buy ’em for under $40 at Target.
As regards impeachment, I’m not expecting to see that on the table anytime soon. We haven’t finished our shit sandwich yet.
July 24, 2019 at 11:29 am |
They ain’t finished packing the courts yet…….
July 24, 2019 at 8:26 am |
The GOP doesn’t need the Resident* to piss into the pot- their committee members are doing a fine job of that all by themselves.
July 24, 2019 at 8:31 am |
Boy howdy. We’re gonna need a bigger gallows.
July 24, 2019 at 8:36 am |
I listened to a bit of it this morning on NPR. Jordan did not get anything from Mueller, and ended his 5 minutes of fishing with the standard repug conspiracy theory. A career politician who, after 13 years in congress, has shown zero leadership; he is part of the problem. Mueller has total credibility with me, and reading the table of contents and executive summaries of both volumes of his report tell me that the escaped conspiracy charges through sheer luck and stupidity, and the dumpster committed obstruction of justice multiple times.
My ride yesterday morning got rained out. Sweet.
We now have a guitar jam session in our little neighborhood, and we had a good time there yesterday afternoon. You would not believe what comes out of the closet of older folks.
July 24, 2019 at 8:55 am |
So many piano players in this whorehouse. Well, they claim to be piano players, anyway. But I notice they seem to go upstairs with the rich fellas pretty reg’lar, just like the workin’ gals.
Jam session, hey? A bunch of us cartoonists used to do those in the Olden Times®. Tape some paper to a wall and get busy.
A couple journos and I used to play together now and again, but that also was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. These days I mostly perform for the cats. I can’t hear them applauding, though. Those furry paws don’t make much noise. Either that or I suck.
July 24, 2019 at 11:34 am |
The jam session is pretty cool and chaotic at the same time. Mostly 3 chord stuff, but I threw in a little “Last Thing On My Mind” and “Grandma’s Feather Bed” to liven things up. Plus my buddy Alan does some seriously good fingerpicking breaks on those while I strum in the background.
A older lady, older than me, brought in a 1950’s vintage Magnatone lap steel guitar and a home made 5 watt tube amp. She tuned it up, put on finger and thumb picks and a bar and started sliding those notes and smiling. It was cool!
As far as the players go, a lady smarter than me said, “it’s all about the benjamins, baby.”