That is Freeper Language and means that I am hip to the Catladies and am on the road to becoming P.R.E.F.E.C.T.
Just pulling your legs, ppl. Or spinning your wheels. Whatever feels right.
Today, I’ve looked in on the Begathon. Again. It’s getting awfully old, and awfully stoopid. But I have a comparison to make.
This is John Kerry, or as we all know him, “Lurch”. Meshuge Mikey has doctored him so that his eyes are blinking. His nose, though, is static. With only two more years of intensive training on the Free Photoshop Mikey will be able to remedy that, I’m sure.
Kerry was wounded in the Vietnam War. It seems to have been only a buttcheek wound from a flying rice grain, but still – there was blood and probably the need for a patch.
He’s a War Hero. Lol.
This is Jim Robinson, or as we all know him, Boss. He’s always appearing in his wheelchair, wearing his Navy cap and flying his American flags. He’s a War Hero.
But no. None of the kind. He never saw combat, he served on a ship safely offshore and his only commendation as far as I’ve been able to find was for lugging shells that were shot by a gunner at targets out of view.
But the impression for the gullible – deliberate, I’m damn sure – is that he lost his legs to the Communist enemy somehow.
Frauds. The more they differ, the more they’re the same.