I’m at the Tides on Folly right now, looking at the pier, and I had the exact same discussion with a couple of locals yesterday. The discussion ended badly when I pointed out the hypocrisy of people wanting lower taxes yet being in favor of this waste of money on a continuing basis. I didn’t even have the chance to bring up federally subsidized flood/wind insurance.
CorruptionthynameisCarolina December 5, 2013 at 3:40 pm
Bobby Harrill still flying his Cirrus on taxpayer money? SLED seems to have forgotten about investigating his campaign spending. And what about them good old boys over in Lexington? I lay you ten to five that you can still gamble pretty much where you please over in Jimmy Meetze land, as long as you pay to play……
What ever happened to the Lex. Ring? Halfacre was defeated in the mayor’s race; but, nothing else. Frazier is running around like he has no worries. Rumors are Metts is trying to cut a deal to retire. Knotts has vanished. Associates Bob Peeler, Tim James, Joe Owens, Donnie Meyers are not seen or heard from , as frequently as previously?
I guess Frazier has done more to clean up the corruption and immorality, with his big mouth, than SLED (S hit L ed E nforcement D umbass) Haley’s puppet Gestapo and the FBI (F ailure B efore I ntegrity) Obama’s non Justice Dept., was ever able or willing to do!
Hey! I was his ghost writer before he fired me! Those were my excerpts!
I posted this one twice before but, what the heck, there might be some new readers out there:
“Firmly ensconced in the back seat of the Chrysler van, Will took a long swig from the can of PBR. Letting go with a loud belch, he opened the sliding door and stepped out into the cold night air. In a demonstration of his manliness, he tried, with no success, to crush the can with one hand…end on end. He couldn’t help but notice the smirk on his lovers lips. “What’s the matter, Willy Boy? Did I sap all of your precious bodily fluids,” she blurted out.
Tossing the beer can aside, Will ignored her taunts and even managed a laugh when she pulled a vibrator out of her purse and proceeded to massage the inside of her thighs with the pulsating device. “Go easy on that thing, Nikki Babe,” Willy said. “You know the batteries are running low!”
She pouted and turned to watch in amazement as Will whipped out his tired old steed and released a stream of pee-pee onto the cement in the shape of a heart. He even had enough steam to write her name below it. “You forgot to dot the i, sweetheart,” said a disappointed Nikki. “So I did,” Will interjected, “so I did.”
“He then walked around and surveyed his workmanship. Looking his disappointed lover in the eye, he raised his left hand, and, leaning over, he put his index finger over his left nostril and sprayed a perfect snot ball onto the cement exactly where he meant to put it. She applauded with glee at her lover’s extraordinary effort in wooing her.”
“Time for another beer,” said Will as he wiped the remnants from his upper lip with his shirt sleeve and reentered the van, reinvigorated and raring to go. “Someday, I’m gonna write a book about this,” he said. “Yup, someday…”
Ain’t gonna happen. Sic is very thin skinned. He knows that I would post photoshops of him sporting a huge set of Tits, wiping his butt with a porcupine, and masturbating to Saturday Evening Post covers by Norman Rockwell.
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I’m at the Tides on Folly right now, looking at the pier, and I had the exact same discussion with a couple of locals yesterday. The discussion ended badly when I pointed out the hypocrisy of people wanting lower taxes yet being in favor of this waste of money on a continuing basis. I didn’t even have the chance to bring up federally subsidized flood/wind insurance.
Bobby Harrill still flying his Cirrus on taxpayer money? SLED seems to have forgotten about investigating his campaign spending. And what about them good old boys over in Lexington? I lay you ten to five that you can still gamble pretty much where you please over in Jimmy Meetze land, as long as you pay to play……
You should call it “the fiber”
What ever happened to the Lex. Ring? Halfacre was defeated in the mayor’s race; but, nothing else. Frazier is running around like he has no worries. Rumors are Metts is trying to cut a deal to retire. Knotts has vanished. Associates Bob Peeler, Tim James, Joe Owens, Donnie Meyers are not seen or heard from , as frequently as previously?
I guess Frazier has done more to clean up the corruption and immorality, with his big mouth, than SLED (S hit L ed E nforcement D umbass) Haley’s puppet Gestapo and the FBI (F ailure B efore I ntegrity) Obama’s non Justice Dept., was ever able or willing to do!
Where is the pic of her in a bikini? Great body for a 34 year old!!
Glen McConnell and college of Charleston “confederate lite” — makes me throw up.
Bring back the soft-core pornage!!!!!!!!
Bring back excerpts for your up-coming tell-all book about Nikki Haley!
Hey! I was his ghost writer before he fired me! Those were my excerpts!
I posted this one twice before but, what the heck, there might be some new readers out there:
“Firmly ensconced in the back seat of the Chrysler van, Will took a long swig from the can of PBR. Letting go with a loud belch, he opened the sliding door and stepped out into the cold night air. In a demonstration of his manliness, he tried, with no success, to crush the can with one hand…end on end. He couldn’t help but notice the smirk on his lovers lips. “What’s the matter, Willy Boy? Did I sap all of your precious bodily fluids,” she blurted out.
Tossing the beer can aside, Will ignored her taunts and even managed a laugh when she pulled a vibrator out of her purse and proceeded to massage the inside of her thighs with the pulsating device. “Go easy on that thing, Nikki Babe,” Willy said. “You know the batteries are running low!”
She pouted and turned to watch in amazement as Will whipped out his tired old steed and released a stream of pee-pee onto the cement in the shape of a heart. He even had enough steam to write her name below it. “You forgot to dot the i, sweetheart,” said a disappointed Nikki. “So I did,” Will interjected, “so I did.”
“He then walked around and surveyed his workmanship. Looking his disappointed lover in the eye, he raised his left hand, and, leaning over, he put his index finger over his left nostril and sprayed a perfect snot ball onto the cement exactly where he meant to put it. She applauded with glee at her lover’s extraordinary effort in wooing her.”
“Time for another beer,” said Will as he wiped the remnants from his upper lip with his shirt sleeve and reentered the van, reinvigorated and raring to go. “Someday, I’m gonna write a book about this,” he said. “Yup, someday…”
Bring back the unfortunately short-lived but richly entertaining ability of us common taters (sic, but intentional) to post our own pix and vids.
Ain’t gonna happen. Sic is very thin skinned. He knows that I would post photoshops of him sporting a huge set of Tits, wiping his butt with a porcupine, and masturbating to Saturday Evening Post covers by Norman Rockwell.
Bring back the BEST of FITS!