fussy wrote:The irony: gun haters can't even spit accurately!
As for the rum, it's like shot placement.
Moderation in all things. A bottle lasts ages.
When they spat at me, all the other booths saw it. How great.
Libs, Labor, they all shook their heads.
later, all the others came up and spoke to me about it, how angry they were. But that gave me the opportunity to remind the Labor candidate that the Greens and labor are the same thing, they should become a coalition and just be honest about it.
Never miss an opportunity to use the circumstances to your advantage. The "townie" couple representing Labor just went red in embarrassment in front of everyone. that exchange got around the whole town, mind, and it wasn't me who lost any credibility, exactly the opposite.
The thing was, the greens candidate, even though on the ballot, was absent everywhere.
I stood up, faced every one of the f*ckwits with a death stare and one of my signature huge smiles and they always scuttle off like cowards with their manbuns for blokes, shaved heads for the rotund women.
"Don't you dare stereotype me" well,
