I guess the years have dulled my anger...a friend still tells me he wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire....with the passage of time, I think I would Pee on her, even if she wasn't on fire...when she goes to the great turncoat in the ground, we may have to a pilgrimmage, all us enlarged prostrated vets, to sanctify her burial.
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