Today's topic: Dick thinks debates are for fairies…
I was at the coffee shop, and the guys all agree: These presidential debates are light in the loafers.
Why, back in my day, if two guys were shooting for the same job, we wouldn’t yap about it on TV. We’d take it out to the parking lot and sock each other in the snot locker. Sometimes, if it was a really good job like foreman, we’d use sticks or rakes. I got my job at The Plain Dealer by stabbing another fellow with a trident. It’s kind of like a giant fork, only it doesn’t work too well for eating, because the prongs are too far apart and your potatoes always fall off…