Looks like the moonies are wearing orange jumpsuits these days.
(drops trou’) “In your eyes, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”*
* A tip of the peeper’s fedora to Ruth-less gumshoe Nick Danger and The Firesign Theatre.
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with a keyboard.
Now he has a microphone.
God help us all.
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Fight hate.
Defending press freedom since 1970
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Drink the Kool-Aid
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