Krab, with a "K"

...never attractive and are often downright ugly. If this guy gets on the bench, remember, Hell Hath No Fury like Brett Kavanaugh Confirmed.

...what is it?

Isn't that the truth.

I hate to pop that childhood illusion that millions of baby boomers fell for: but Winky Dink never really needed your help.  It was a scam. You were played, Dork. Winky Dink always made it from one side of the screen to the other.  You didn't have to draw a bridge. How? Winky Dink was a Warlock and floated across the screen. Drunken Warlock.  Look at that red nose. So what happens to all that rage?  Trump wins the White House.  That's what. Every God damned Trumpster loving dickwad that voted for the President did so because they fell for the Winky Dink Scam. And in the back of their minds, Winky Dink could never have made it across the TV screen.  Winky Dink only made it across because these idiots were there for Winky Dink. Then the world turned on them and shattered the myth. And the outcome?  Trump. Think about it.

This is all sorts of Baltimore, all over it.  After reading this page, I can tell you that peanut butter and mayo sandwich is deeply offended because it was left off this page.  Peanut butter and prune made it.  What of peanut butter and mayo? On white bread. It's the loving wife who will mash up 3/4 cup of baked bean and top it with applesauce and wrap that mess on white bread in wax paper for her man at the shipyard. 

I am serious.  Is Baltimore forgetting Divine? It's a question that I ask myself all the all the time. When guests come to "Bawlimore" I ask them, "would ya like to meet Divine, hon?" The with it guests are always up to it.  The straight guests are like, "Huh?"  The cemetery where "Glen Milstead", "DIVINE" is buried is right off the traffic circle in downtown Towson.   If it weren't for the pine trees, she'd have an unobstructed view of Macy's. Granted Divine is an acquired taste.  Either you have had that buxom beauty up on the screen, or you haven't.   And I am not talking about Hairspray Divine, I am talking about Pink Flamingo's Divine. Outrageous, Divine. Last month I took a neighbor lady to see the grave and she had no idea it was this close.  She's a bit warped like Cookie, too. When we got to the burial spot and parked the car my friend looked at a sign on the other side of thane and s...