Well it had to happen eventually. That it held off until my Thanksgiving hosting was over last night was a gift I should appreciate.
I’m a little under the weather. I blame the Omicron Variant. I should never have gone on that Zimbabwe Big Game Safari but who could resist the thrill of shooting and stuffing the last Black Rhino in the world? I will have him displayed in the smaller trophy room next to my Yeti and the Blue Whale that got stuck in my larger anchovy net.
Now that the first holiday food onslaught is done I will clear my thoughts for whatever new disasters Dementia Joe has planned for us this week. They’re bound to be impressive. With his colon cleared of all obstructions his mind will be razor sharp. December promises to be a gaffe-tastic extravaganza. My hope is for a cat fight between AOC and Pelosi on the floor of the House chamber. My money is on that old bag Nancy. I think she keeps a razor hidden in her fake eye. AOC’s just not ready yet.
So stay tuned. If I don’t succumb to the Bungle from the Jungle I’ll faithfully opine on the comedies of our times.
This line cracked me up: “I should never have gone on that Zimbabwe Big Game Safari but who could resist the thrill of shooting and stuffing the last Black Rhino in the world?”
I’m sorry you’re under the weather, photog. Here’s praying for a speedy recovery—there are many more endangered species to eliminate!
Thanks Tyler. Well, the next endangered species I want to get is another rhino. I read there are only 100 Sumatran rhinos left. I think I could shoot all of them and pay for the trip by selling their horns for aphrodisiac and their feet as ash trays. Once I’ve cleared out these dangerous animals, Sumatra will be a much safer and business friendly place. Next step would be opening up my asbestos factory.