Skimble is such a pleasure, you have to get a laugh out of these chickenshit liberals,
I still mean every word of my self-proclaimed demise. I hate what's happening to America. But there are a lot of hours in the day. I can work, I can save money, I can prepare to expatriate, and there is still a little time left over to bitch and moan, to wave my cyberfist at the self-inflicted tragedy that is GOP America.
He is going to expatriate, 'cuz he's so mad at Momma for not listening to little Skimble, but first he has to save up $350 in plane fare. That will take another decade, if he gives up beer. Maybe I'll help him: Hey, Skimble, $3.00 cash for a spit shine and make it snappy. There's another 30 cents in it for you if I can see your smiling face reflected in the toe caps. Who says I'm selfish. This is not a job, Skimble, it is an opportunity.