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Donnie said…
Hahaha. Loved the last one. I can just see her, Pamela, right now thinking about that. Either way she would be taxed to her eyeballs. I think...
Sarah Palin just keeps getting scarier! Next thing you know, she'll be teaming up with Pamela Anderson to keep a lid on taxes!
nonamedufus said…
Don: If anything, I think those things'll start to droop soon. So she may soon be taxed to her knees!
nonamedufus said…
CL: Sarah's associated with the Tea Party. But I think Pam's more a double D.
Anonymous said…
I don't care for tea or coffee.

*smile*

Great funnies.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Good to see you getting out and about... Where does Diet Dr P fit on the political spectrum?
Leeuna said…
Haha. The first one is my favorite. Sometimes I feel just like him.
Skye said…
Oh man, I so love the Catholic Priest one! It says so much on so many levels!

Good comic choices this week Mr. Dufus Sir, although somehow I think there are way more that you left out!
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: Why do governments do that? It makes absolutely no census to me.
nonamedufus said…
Skye: Some weeks it's hard to choose. There are so many good ones.

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