They're lubing the turnstiles, sweeping the floors, cleaning the draft lines and preparing to roast hundreds of weenies ... and in Indianapolis, there's a basketball game tonight.
And all we got was this lousy Iditarod of pandering, ward heeling and doltishness.
We'll make the best of it ... no guts, no glory ... who put that grow room in grandmaw's cookie jar? ... and so on, and so forth. We're in. Anyone else? I'm arriving early to show off my legs. Flasks?
Previously at NAC:
Tribune sez: Just say "Steve Price" to using EDIT, TIF riverboat funds to subsidize sewers.
The return of Blevinsian neutrality.
Sewergeddon Monday: Delightfully and wonderfully us, and just as perpetually dysfunctional.
1 comment:
I plan on being there.
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