From a recent newspaper article:
“It’s like when cockroaches, there’s a light that’s shined on them, they scramble, initially they’re silent, then they try to say, ‘Not me, not me,’ ” XXX said.
From a recent newspaper article:
“It’s like when cockroaches, there’s a light that’s shined on them, they scramble, initially they’re silent, then they try to say, ‘Not me, not me,’ ” XXX said.
This isn’t about Frank’s either ;-). http://www.repsente.com/
This calls for a little poem, actually a haiku.
“Skanks Not Us, Claims Franks”
McHenry cesspool
All the eggs have been stolen
Pop goes the weasel
Watch out Ma!
That might be a death threat in a weasel’s mind!
Actually, this sad situation of ‘pocket fisherman’ Frank’s bosom buddy Eddie Burke’s nabbing calls out for a real poem.
[Oh, and why o why won’t Eddie’s Wife now resign from her ill-gotten (bought) Illinois Supreme Court perch????]
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“A-Tisket Tasket Basket Case: Jacko Franks” or “Fishin’ in the Great White North & Springfield”
A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket.
I wrote a letter to Blago
to get my Daddy, wifey and dumb brother a sinecure.
But that naughty Blago dropped it,
He dropped it, He dropped it!
And, in the ‘Chicago Way’, I dropped it.
A good little boy FOIA-picked it up,
And put it on his McHenry County Blog!
Now everybody knows I’m a lying heel,
And pig-like, I do try and NWH-squeal,
Yet it’s all true: I’m just a slippery, slimy eel,
In fact, I’m really not such a Big Deal,
-Just a crooked, lying schlemiel — nonpareil!