God bless her but Jo will infuriatingly insist on straying into the choppy waters of politics from time to time, where alas, Swift and commensurate brutal treatment is dished out through the conduit of my rollerball Jonathon E Glove on the peak of her calcium deficient lower mandible jaw, when i’m pissed out of my fucking nut.
I’m not a man without compassion, but tonight when she ventured that philosophical argumentation can only be achieved via the prism of Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics underpinned by cicero’s theorem on mankinds hierarchy of needs, I was forced to kick her fucking cunt in.
Clarkness.
Good husbandry takes many fluid forms. so sayeth the lord.
