On a day we celebrate invasion, oppression, and generally exercising our white privilege by refusing to listen to anyone who doesn’t want to spend the day getting pissed and wearing the flag as a cape to show others that we can actually name the country we live in, a short message from Will to our bloviating, corrupt, zealous godbothering pissant of a Crime Minister.
Honestly, it just reads like life goals to me…
What do you know? Will and I dated the same girl in High School.
Good morning from Will, who clearly knew my boss at the City of Rockingham.
Good morning from Willy S: writer of bitching plays; inventor of burplicious words; and, apparently, predictor of American Republicans…
I’m not sure what is says about me as a teacher, that I passed a “Shakespearean Insults” desk calendar at the calendar shop and immediately thought “That’s the very thing to greet my students with every day!”, but here we are.
So, if it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for we few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Here’s biting my thumb at you.