At church last night, The Right Reverend John Oliver broke through to my heart of hearts and I felt the light of the lord shining down upon me as he lifted me up and carried away my worldly sorrows on the wings of angels.
Or maybe what I felt was one hard hand on the back of my collar as he bent me over and then went thru my pockets with the other. Not sure - mysterious is the way of the lord, brothers and sisters. Amen, and pass the lube.
Or maybe what I felt was one hard hand on the back of my collar as he bent me over and then went thru my pockets with the other. Not sure - mysterious is the way of the lord, brothers and sisters. Amen, and pass the lube.
And again - why is a weekly comedy show among the very few places we find anyone trying to do some real Journalism-ing?
And also too again - wanna know why "the legitimate press" is dying? Watch almost anything on TV or read almost anything in any of the dead tree publications that're still around; compare it with Last Week Tonight and then tell me you're still wondering.
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