…courtesy of our old pal SIT-DMC:
I get the shivers when I see that look on McCaskill’s face. It’s the look of a teacher who knows you didn’t get your homework done, and she knows you were out playing with your friends all night while your dad was drunk and your mom was working the truckstop and you didn’t even try to do your homework and she’s waiting for just the right moment to POUNCE on your story… and YOU… to rip you to shreds in front of your classmates, throwing dismembered bits of your body down the aisles between desks, making little Susie (who always was a snot nosed little twat) wear your intestines like a necklace, at least until recess.
And you know…that reminds me of a song…
Mission accomplished, pal.