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Flies On Washington Walls #88 – Special ‘Mike Pence Goes to the Olympics’ Multi-Panel Edition
Where is my participant medal?
I never expected to win. Oh sure, there were wild thoughts of maybe being a semi-finalist, or at least getting some positive feedback of some sort. Instead, I leave the competition without so much as even a participant medal.
I did try, dammit! In case you have forgotten (or have tried to forget), here’s what I tried …
Flies On Washington Walls #87
Mite Be Funny #54
It snowed. I worked. My fish has a tumor. It exploded.
From the title, you may sense a blog post that can only be described as a rambling screed. I had a consecutive day blogging streak going on that had extended over a month, although I didn’t realize that until I was preparing this post. I had a scintillating blog post planned for yesterday called My Goldfish Has a Tumor. I was all set to keep the daily blogging streak that I didn’t know I had alive, cramming the heads of my readers with more nonsense than one can reasonably be expected to contain within their craniums. And then it snowed. And snowed some more. We got what I eyeballed at about a foot of snow. For my foreign readers, that equates to something-something centimeters of snow.
You know what’s bad about when everyone around you has a snow day off from work and school?
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Flies On Washington Walls #86
Hair Farce One
Although we recently broke a Trump cover-up story for our readers, we now have some proof that Donald Trump does not lie … at least about his hair. It is definitely his own. If you haven’t seen this yet, take a look …
My Rap Name
I am always surprised at the direction life can take a person. Who knew that I would be needing a rap name for when I accept the Grammy for best rap song of 2018? Allow me to explain …
The Last Straw
Please choose what is worse about the green-shirted guy in this picture.
Flies On Washington Walls #85
Mite Be Funny #53 – Special Post-Super Bowl Edition
Mite Be Funny #52 – Huge Multi-Panel Stream of Consciousness Super Bowl Edition
Where is my Blogshop?
I don’t have many blog followers. That’s OK. I follow a blog that has over 10,000 followers. I don’t want that. I sometimes feel bad for him as he has to respond to many dumb comments. Sometimes I feel bad enough that I even think that I should stop writing those dumb comments.
Anyway, I know the reasons this blog is not very popular. I don’t promote it. There’s no consistency or theme. And then there’s always the chance of a running into a post like this featuring a picture like this …
I consider a post a success if I get “likes” from 5% of my followers. But here’s what I can’t figure out …
Sign of the Times
I can’t wait for the ground to thaw enough to get my new sign in the ground in front of my house.
I wish I had purchased more … a LOT more, but not because I have that big of a front yard. And Christmas is after the November election, so I didn’t want to buy them as Christmas gifts, and I also don’t have that many friends which should come as no surprise to readers of this blog.
Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name.
If you are any sort of a rock music fan, you will recognize this blog post title as lyrics from Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones. It’s a really good song, although it did not get tagged as my favorite Stones song in this My Fave Faves post from a couple weeks ago. Yep, still trying to cross-promote posts with little success. But this is not a music blog post. It’s about one of my family members alleging that I worship Lucifer. Huh? I think we’re hosting Easter this year for the family. Could be more interesting now that that’s on the table. I’m thinking of decorating all the Easter eggs with pentagrams.
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Flies On Washington Walls #84
Flies On Washington Walls #83
Trump Cover-up Revealed!
Once again, the crack investigative team from Jim Flanigan Looks at the World is able to uncover a story about Donald Trump sweeping evidence under the rug as we comb through his strands of deception to reveal his bald-faced lies. I think we are finally starting to weave our way through Donald Trump’s elaborately arranged cover-up, and here’s the evidence …
Another Spoon Post, In Spife of Myself
No, that’s not a typo in the title. We all know what a spork is, right?
No, no, no, not a Spock, but a spork.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 