That's Empress to You

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Not that you can see them as he walks out of the room...

Images There is something very creepy about this guy's eyes. Opaque, like the dusty windows of an unlived-in house. Or a dead fish, Monday’s catch in Saturday’s supermarket.

And when he cries, they shimmer and seep, and he looks a lot like the pervy guy on the corner that all the little kids run away from.


July 24, 2011 in budget negotiations, John Boehner | Permalink | Comments (0)