Why is there nobody out there who's tried to cross political pens with Fiorella? Can it be there's no one on the right who can rhyme, set a beat, or count accented syllables?
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Fio doesn't understand why people advertise on pens, but then, she's not the type to be influenced by the name emblazoned on her ballpoint.
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Ah, salmon and fries for dinner--nothing better. Fio is replete.
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Fio's nightly telenovela has been running two hours this past week, which is daunting. Fio can only take so much elevated drama at a time. Por favor, kill off Danilo and Morgana, give Leticia's family a happy ending, and let Ryan and Laura live happily ever after.
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As Fio said back when Flynn got canned, Trump Tower is crumbling, brick by brick. Quite a few bricks have fallen since then, and the pace seems to be accelerating.
Friday, August 4, 2017
Poetry, Politics, Pens, Pisces, Program, and Pacing
Labels:
advertising,
Flynn,
politics,
telenovela,
Trump,
Trump Tower dinner
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