Previously on the Daily Beast, with Sam Stein:
It’s 19.41 and Cousin Joe is dumping the Number II after a night of Haggis and Water.
Mean, while Trump was taking a dump, Da’Muller was closing in… will the diaper Don
The following must be read in a
Brian Williams voice:
Good evening, we apologize to Sam Stein at The Daily Beast, who never reads this blog, —on the loo. And to the staff at Güilly Weist farm, sends a shout–out to Sam “the stain” Stein for that.
Earlier in the transmission, as diaper Don was taking a dump, a flock of Kakémonos from Mars with banners for tails disrupted the programming, and like Gremlins from the Golden Days of “the” WB, scrambled the code on the SINCGARS freq’s.
TimeNow, is 22.20 and the time machine is taking us back in time to diaper Don’s Golden porcelaine china throne, where shit[face] is about to be flushed, plunged and sceptically treated by somekind of probe.
On the may–day mid–way marathon of fusion Westerns.
You’ve heard of Leone’s Spaghetti Cowboys, and if you are Turning Japanese, no doubt the Samurai in Kurosawa’s flicks is a familiar noodle. But, have you heared about the Macaroni Sushi?