“How much shit could a Meg Mc chuck
If a Meg Mc could chuck shit?”
If you’ve ever been to the Mutter Museum of the College Of Physicians Of Philadelphia, you’ll know the answer to this riddle.
Therein are contained the 9-foot-long x 9-inch-diameter preserved remains of the colon of a man who died with 40 pounds of constipated feces in his body.
Meg Mc could chuck that much shit while doing her nails with the smilingly supplied perhaps unwanted supplies on the refugee line after having slept outside in pursuit of a ridiculously expensive electronic bauble whose.
Chuck that shit on, Megan McShitChucker! Chuck it on!!!
Libertarianism = I got mine, FOAD if you think you’re getting any of it without a fight, or at least without a serious load of multisyllablic prose used to cover elemental selfishness of a degree that would have guaranteed human failure to remain within the global gene pool.
How far the mighty have fallen.
Megan McCurdle living like a refugee…
Reality check:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v…..&NR=1
The idea of Megan McArdle channeling James Lileks makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
Libertarianism’s just another word for “nothing left to say”.
(Ayn Rand would be so proud of Megan..)
Sort of like Ann Althouse without the box wine.
“How much shit could a Meg Mc chuck
If a Meg Mc could chuck shit?”
If you’ve ever been to the Mutter Museum of the College Of Physicians Of Philadelphia, you’ll know the answer to this riddle.
Therein are contained the 9-foot-long x 9-inch-diameter preserved remains of the colon of a man who died with 40 pounds of constipated feces in his body.
Meg Mc could chuck that much shit while doing her nails with the smilingly supplied perhaps unwanted supplies on the refugee line after having slept outside in pursuit of a ridiculously expensive electronic bauble whose.
Chuck that shit on, Megan McShitChucker! Chuck it on!!!
Megan McArdle stars in “A Fairy Tale of New York City.” Donleavy would spin.
Libertarianism = I got mine, FOAD if you think you’re getting any of it without a fight, or at least without a serious load of multisyllablic prose used to cover elemental selfishness of a degree that would have guaranteed human failure to remain within the global gene pool.
Methinks you underestimate how dreadful the balance of the month of July is likely to be, wingnuttia-wise…