After putting on my glasses, I realized my love-bite was no love-bite at all but just the new ink I purchased earlier this week in loving dedication to my favorite man-bot, Richard Bruce Cheney.
Or as I like to call him, "his Emperor-ship."
Note the eye-roll he's giving the rifle-wielding Chinese dude in the Cultural Revolution propaganda poster to his right. No matter which direction I'm facing, the veep refuses to acknowledge his presence.
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I'm speechless. I'm not even gonna ask if that's real, because even though I *think* I know the answer, I don't want to know if I'm wrong.
Is that a stick-on, and if so, did you order that online?
Please tell me you didn't pay more than a quarter for it!
Now I will show you where I have my tattoo of Milton Friedman.
I'm waiting, Ms. C...
By the way, I'd like to give a well-earned shout-out to P, the head of the Graphics Department for his excellent photoshopping efforts.
Not here, of course, just in general. The tattoo and the picture of Dick fondling my toned pin (as the Brits call 'em) are as authentic as Lynne Cheney's cankles.
That is high-quality computer generated craftsmanship -- and a really sick and twisted woman :-)
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