So, what are your plans for labor day?
Labor day, the annual orgy debauchery celebrating those too lazy and stupid to get a real job in management, investment, inheritence, or all of the above, is also a special time for True Christians™.
I, for example, give a gift to my maids, the gift of incentive to better themselves: I eat the foods that result in the stickiest, smelliest feces (I could write a whole cookbook on this subject) and then "accidentally" miss the toilet. Sometimes by a couple of feet, sometimes by a couple of rooms.
I have my cook re-make dinner over and over, saying it's not to my tastes. "Not enough diced onions!" then "The onions aren't diced fine enough!" then "I think one of your tears landed in the diced onions! Do it over!" I just love the sight of those labor-day tears.
I'm thinking this year Gold-level tithers and above should meet in Washington, to celebrate with the U.S. Chamber of Commerce. It would be nice to help prop up their flagging spirits, after the horrible persecution workers have unleashed upon them:
Roughly 100 employees of the business association ran up an $8,204 tab this week at The Exchange, a sports bar just blocks away from its prime real estate opposite the White House...
...155 pitchers of beer, 37 bottles of beer, 208 mixed drinks, 111 shots, 43 margaritas and 11 open bottles of liquor. Sources who attended the party described it as something akin to a Cancun booze cruise. They reported that drinkers ordered multiple pitchers of vodka and Red Bull and full bottles that they drunkenly left behind at the end of the night...The bill...was reportedly several pages long.
Party-goers put some of the blame on the bar, saying that the waiters who served them had — among other things – slapped an 18 percent gratuity on the bill
...In his e-mail, Chavern asked staffers to contact The Exchange to say that the Chamber will not be patronizing the establishment for the foreseeable future.
Is there nothing those greedy, all-consuming leeches in blue-collars won't stoop to?
Labor day, the annual orgy debauchery celebrating those too lazy and stupid to get a real job in management, investment, inheritence, or all of the above, is also a special time for True Christians™.
I, for example, give a gift to my maids, the gift of incentive to better themselves: I eat the foods that result in the stickiest, smelliest feces (I could write a whole cookbook on this subject) and then "accidentally" miss the toilet. Sometimes by a couple of feet, sometimes by a couple of rooms.
I have my cook re-make dinner over and over, saying it's not to my tastes. "Not enough diced onions!" then "The onions aren't diced fine enough!" then "I think one of your tears landed in the diced onions! Do it over!" I just love the sight of those labor-day tears.
I'm thinking this year Gold-level tithers and above should meet in Washington, to celebrate with the U.S. Chamber of Commerce. It would be nice to help prop up their flagging spirits, after the horrible persecution workers have unleashed upon them:
Roughly 100 employees of the business association ran up an $8,204 tab this week at The Exchange, a sports bar just blocks away from its prime real estate opposite the White House...
...155 pitchers of beer, 37 bottles of beer, 208 mixed drinks, 111 shots, 43 margaritas and 11 open bottles of liquor. Sources who attended the party described it as something akin to a Cancun booze cruise. They reported that drinkers ordered multiple pitchers of vodka and Red Bull and full bottles that they drunkenly left behind at the end of the night...The bill...was reportedly several pages long.
Party-goers put some of the blame on the bar, saying that the waiters who served them had — among other things – slapped an 18 percent gratuity on the bill


Is there nothing those greedy, all-consuming leeches in blue-collars won't stoop to?
UPDATE! THE REPUBLICAN PARTY TAKES MY ADVICE!
Once again, Landover Baptist leads the way! What we suggest today, happens tomorrow!
Once again, Landover Baptist leads the way! What we suggest today, happens tomorrow!
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