March 7, 2017 10:00pm


IN these confusing and troubled times, so hard to see clear of the ditch weed and its so foggy the birds are walking, there is a man ready as a 3rd-time bride to lead us through like he’s riding a gravy train with biscuit wheels. Someone who got a ten-gallon mouth, ready to talk a coon right out of a tree while grinning like a mule eating cockleburs. To call him a seasoned reporter is to insult all three seasons in Texas, dry, wet and cyclone, especially since he is as full of wind as a corn-eating horse. Can any journalist anymore make the president as nervous as a whore in church?
Face it, No. 45, he don’t know if he’s a-washin’ or a-hangin, he’s all broth and no beans, but it takes someone who makes a hornet look cuddly to show that if the president's brains were leather, he couldn’t saddle a flea. Sure, 'Ol Dan looks like the dogs have been keepin’ him under the porch, but with NOSE HAIR LINT GLAND cooking on a front burner tonight, then a couple sandwiches shy of a picnic Karen Carpenter, hotter than a burning stump Bob-Marc, fine as cream gravy Sherilyn Connelly, and phone’s off the hook KrOB draw the best bull for their FINAL BROADCAST rodeo.

NOSE HAIR LINT GLAND: If I felt any better, I’d drop my harp plumb through the cloud.

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March 7, 2017 10:00pm - 12:30am

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