Fat fuck, I hope he chokes on all that delicious cake.

 

Labor Day. Celebration of the working man. The backbone of the collective. The only appropriate way to view this day is to pretend you’re a NYC teacher in the rubber room and fuck off for full pay. Or bbq and beer, whichever you can swing.

 

Now we’ve REALLY got him!

 

I think we’re well past the point where it’s time to send in some Pinkerton men.

 

Then again, there’s been some great entertainment.

 

Just when the Brits let their guard down, we strike again with a secret weapon.

 

Ol’ commie Pope sure has his finger on the pulse of current events.

 

New York looks at Oregon and says, “hold my beer”.

 

It’s a holiday Monday, no need to get all wound up. Let’s ease into it.