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August 08, 2017 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized
Just click right here and enjoy the hell outta yourself.
And please feel free to click around at OutSmart. It’s classy, sassy, and very smart.
Welcome to The World's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc.
My name is Susan DuQuesnay Bankston. I live in Richmond, Texas, in the heart of Tom DeLay's old district. It's nuttier than squirrel poop here.
I am honored and privileged to know Miss Juanita Jean Herownself, hairdresser extraordinary and political maven. Since she does not have time to fiddle with this internet stuff, I type her website for her and you can read it if you want to. If you don't, she truly does not give a big bear's butt.
A lot of what I post here has to do with local politics, but you probably have the same folks in your local government.
This ain't a blog. Blogs are way too trendy for me. This is a professional political organization.
Wow.
1It was funny but deadly at the same time.
You nailed it!
My daughter has fire ants in her backyard in Aladamnbama. Her children couldn’t play there and the dog sticks to the back porch. Question: why aren’t there any fire ants at the White House?
2maggie, please don’t wish fire ants on the White House. We’re only 12 miles northeast of it and we sure don’t need fire ants. The damn tiger mosquitos are bad enough. You can’t hear them coming, they can bite through denim, and the welts itch for days.
JJ’s article is great. I also love the fact that the photo caption specified that Trump is the one on the left.
3First time I have ever heard a kind word about fire ants, and hilarious at that – thanks!
I would just caution, though, that fire ants are wily creatures. They may not be tall enough to grab your personal body parts, but they are sneaky enough to climb up on a barrel jump and wait for an unwary person in shorts to sit herself down to grade papers while waiting for her child to finish galloping around the field. You really truly do not want to have this happen to you. (The voice of experience.)
On the other hand, once I got into the stable and got out of sight of Billy the Farrier, I made sure that a couple of fire ants would never, ever lay a hand – er, tooth – or whatever – on another victim. Again, score one for the fire ants. Alas, the Orange Menace is still roaming free, his undersized talons out to grab where he oughtn’t.
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