Clean-Up Fix-Up;

 

So. Brandini from My Own Private Idaho has just finished stocking the Mooner Store with some new merchandise. In addition to all of the FUCK RICK PERRY stuff, you can now get shirts and hats and stickers that say “Fight Litracy—Vote Fer Rick Perry”[.] This dealie has a stack of burning books as its background. Click over there =} to the “Mooner’s Merchandise Store” button and check stuff out.

And remember that part of the proceeds of each sale goes to the Capital Area Food Bank.

The conservative commenter known as Stan-Ann has promised to get a bloggie up and running so that he can post his original ideas rather than only responding to we heathens here on the left. While Stan-Ann seems to have some cogent thoughts and can string his words together, he’s become as boring as a boxing match between two counter-punchers.

That and his cloak of anonymous invisibility hides him from the full view of scrutiny. I have high hopes that he will fulfill his promise and open soon.

On the wet pecker issue from yesterday, please allow me to say that while I appreciate all of your inputs, not a single one of you fuckers had a legitimate explanation for why it is that I dribble long after shooting.

I have been informed that there is a safe place for me to play online poker and I’m dying to try it out. So I grabbing a handful of icy-cold Carta Blanca beers and heading to my poker computer. Manana. Y’all.

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5 Responses to “Clean-Up Fix-Up;”

  1. Brandon says:

    I’m excited to be working on concept #3 as well.

    Is it bad I hope RP gets the Republican nomination? Not only does it mean 4 more years for Obama, but it’s good for business. You can be selling this swag for another 12 months!

  2. admin says:

    Brandini. Yah-fucking hoo for us both!

  3. Squatlo says:

    Okay, I DID offer an explanation for why you dribble past your cut-off valve, and it has to do with worn out gaskets, like on any old rusty sink. Apparently, hearing your equipment refered to as an old, worn out faucet made you completely ignore the explanation.
    And I would have thought you’d be all over my idea for a dribble pad for middle aged men who tend to stain their pants with excess tinkle: The iPeed! I can see the Saturday Night Live skit marketing this product now…

    (camera panning across crowded party)
    “Hey, Vince… what’s that wet spot on your crotch all about?”
    “Aww… I dunno. Seems like I’m never quite finished anymore… this keeps happening. Wish there was something I could use to prevent these annoying piss-puddles…”
    “Well, Vince, to tell you truth, there IS a product you should know about! It’s call the iPeed! Works like a charm. As a matter of fact…” leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “I’m wearing one as we speak!”

    Cue Bobby Mays-type pitchman with product and diagrams of soiled underwear…

    Fuck Rick Perry, regardless…

  4. bj says:

    OK …. The REASON yer still LEAKIN’ is because of that TWELVE NEEDLE DEALIE you got stuck in yer Prostate with! Now that fucker looks like an Eyetalyun Pasta Sieve! Leak ON, McMooner!

  5. admin says:

    Squat. OK, first, you didn’t have a real reason, you made fun of me. Second, that’s actually quite funny. And now I have a great secondary idea. Know how you can’t pee with a good stiffie? We’ll design underwear with a mini-stun gun inside the front lining. Each few minutes it’ll jolt your pecker to stiff it up.

    BJ. I can always count on you to see through the fog. I think you are correct, sir. Maybe I should bring my own sheets when I come visit.

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