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Grab your Walton donuts before they go the way of... the Waltons


Dear Members and Constituents,
A couple of pre-sets on my car radio lead to hip-hop and alternative stations (a byproduct of having two licensed teens). Driving to work this morning, my attempt to find suitable “jam” music led to Pitbull saying he should be “locked-up like Lindsay Lohan”. Needless to say, the analogy put a smirk on my face and got me wondering what others might be out there ripe for the picking. The ones I came-up with are fairly obvious and not all that great:

  • You need to get to work and stop whining like a ninety nine percenter
  •  I’m feeling as stressed as the Euro
  •  He’s such a flirt he fancies himself a Herman Cain
  • That medicine the doctor prescribed was as ineffective as congress

I’m sure you can probably come-up with -or have heard- better ones (and I’m willing to bet we would all enjoy reading them, if you care to share). Speaking of sharing something different, Julius Pasion risked life and limb this morning to get four dozen Walton donuts (located across the street from George Washington high-school). So come-on down and take advantage of this unique opportunity. One might go so far as to say it’s as rare as a U.S. secretary of state visiting Myanmar.
Happy Friday!

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