For the record, I’ve never heard of Frank Magazine or Franklin P. Fromm. Furthermore, it’s unclear to me how I’m supposed to notice an insignificant $129.95 amid the many provocative and informative websites to which my office may or may not subscribe for research purposes.
If it’s true, though, and not another of Antifa’s perverted lies, a Frank sub is a heckuva deal. I like to laugh, and Lord, I love to hate, but I’ve never hate-laughed harder in my weirdy-beardy, uncanny valley life! Let me assure you, the sound is nightmarish.
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Printing of my organ remains on hiatus during the current viral unpleasantness. No trees were harmed in the making of our digital edition, but we’ll be coming for them!
Alas, poor Derek…in Plenty O’Toole’s desperate campaign to rebrand his freakazoid caucus entertaining Mr. Sloan (reference please, DaveS) proved to be low-hanging fruitcake.
“Plenty O’Toole”: excellent.
Props to Ian Fleming…here’s hoping the Conservatives next choose a leader named “Goodhead”.
Entertaining Mr Sloane was a three-act play written in 1963 by the English playwright Joe Orton. “A landlady and her brother entice a psychopathic young man into sexual liaisons.” Also TV and a film.