The tidetime folklorist wonders when Lermontov will make a comeback in Dagestan.
The Platter: A Kavkaz Dancing Song by Dombay (on the graves of Russians for going on 2 centuries)
The Bait: Berkley Power Bait Blade Dancer (drop by drop away)
The tidetime folklorist wonders when Lermontov will make a comeback in Dagestan.
The Platter: A Kavkaz Dancing Song by Dombay (on the graves of Russians for going on 2 centuries)
The Bait: Berkley Power Bait Blade Dancer (drop by drop away)
The tidetime folklorist wonders whether naked breasts within 2 blocks of Ground Zero are any more offensive than the racist, xenophobic dickheads who keep them in business.
The Platter: “The Stripper” by the David Rose Orchestra (a pastie over the nipples of hate)
The Bait: The Berkely Gulp Leech (when stupidity leaves its mouth wide open)
The tidetime folklorist wonders why such a large store of value cannot make the Seven Sisters And Their Banksters seem as worthless as they are now.
The Platter: I’m Putting All My Eggs In One Basket by Louis Armstrong (since we really don’t have you)
The Bait: No-Alibi Unrigged Trolling Feathers (where there’s a well, but not a will)
The tidetime folklorist wonders why jobs can be found for discredited FEMA trailers but not for the steadily growing permanent underclass.
The Platter: I’ll Build A Stairway To Paradise by Sarah Vaughn (With a new do nothing every day)
The Bait: The Strike King Rage Tail Craw (Another ant crushed by Know Nothings)
The tidetime folklorist wonders if BP’s market cap is worth seizing, or if BP’s oil cap is actually securing, and of course Sophie Tucker supplies the answer: