A Nice Hard Slap – OK, Now We Really Have an Oil Crisis.
OK people it’s finally time to start worrying about this oil situation. Sean “Puffy” Combs is flying commercial. PROOF. Seriously people. We cannot inconvenience this man any more than we already have. Some suggestions:
1. Don’t drive.
2. If you do drive, use a Mustang. The horse.
3. Telecommute. Especially strippers, priests, and waiters.
4.
Find the shortest distance between two points and go that way. Through
schools. Across water. Through a luncheon. It’s for P. Diddy!
How
much longer is this guy going to have to risk spending $200,000 to fly
himself and his entourage across the country? That means unnecessary
autographs. It means waiting in lines. It means no airgina.
We
need to put aside our differences with those linen-wearing valvolines
and put this crisis to bed before Mr Diddit needs to use Amtrak.
Think about it.
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Nick Nunziata has gas.
Before
I go, here’s the latest thing I’m adding to the blog. Each day I blog I’ll
have a song, a piece of artwork, a photo, a Mary Worth, or something to
further justify your click and to give the trolls a little more ammo. Today, an ART JAM in progress, the SCIENCE FACILITY STOREROOM:
