Jun 7, 2011
"I wish I was the Oscar Meyer weiner..." I can't help myself, cheap humor is all I got.
I heard Hugh Hewitt on the radio explaining the "It's not my dog", defense.
It's not my dog. Okay, it is my dog, but he didn't bite you. Fine, he bit you, but you kicked him.
The Weiner version,
I did not send that picture and those aren't my undies.
Okay, so maybe they are my skivvies, but I didn't send the picture, I was hacked.
Alright, I sent the picture and I'm terribly sorry, but I won't resign.
Drip, drip, drip.
Big Anthony let little Anthony do the thinking. Never a good idea.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky