06:25 am Checking out the Guardian on my IPad. All is well! Theresa May had a phone conversation with the Pussy-Grabber and we are still “special.” Nigel Farage has promised to protect her pudenda when she does get to meet the new Commander in Chief. The Pussy-Grabber had an “excellent” conversation with Obama and “buried”… Continue reading Two Days After the Pussy Grabber Got Elected
The Day After the Pussy Grabber Got Elected
07:23 am You know that feeling you used to get as a child the morning you woke up on Christmas Day to find a bag full of presents on the end of your bed? Well, it feels like something heavy and bulky is at the foot of the bed right now but it’s not something… Continue reading The Day After the Pussy Grabber Got Elected
The Day the Pussy Grabber Won
05:30 am Not again. 07:15 am Have just turned off the TV. I shall never watch TV again. Nor will I pick up the free paper at the Station. Better not to look. 8:15 am Walking to the Station Have just come off the phone to friend T. “How can they elect a man whose… Continue reading The Day the Pussy Grabber Won
Julia Notaro 