In the foreign state of Wyoming, where men are men and sheep are scared, the state legislature has busied itself making some decisions about the women-folk.
I have decided that our new president is like a bass drum—he makes lots of noise, but there ain’t much inside.
Donald Trump hasn’t even taken office yet, and he’s already the worst president ever.
The Republican Party is now running on Bud Lite and rage. There is no longer any actual thinking involved—and Honey, I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain it to them.
How does Oklahoma governor Mary Fallin’s state grow? Apparently, with an Oilfield Prayer Day.
I am fixing to save your sweet butt. Seriously.
Last month, the DEA refused to de-schedule marijuana, which I take as a personal insult to the last 50 damn years of my life.
Oh y’all, this presidential election is going to be a damn goat rodeo.
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