Me Men to Match My Mo
Junk Thief was anxious to get Mr. Sullivan's take on the capitol complex.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Thomas Eakins appeared and snuggled up to Mr. Sullivan."Geez, why don't you two get a room!" shouted Junk Thief.
"We're taking our stand against Proposition 8."
All eyes then spied a profound motto across the plaza atop a structure of the bankrupt bureaucracy: "Me Men to Match My Mo." Words to live by.
Labels: Louis Sullivan, Proposition 8, Sacramento, Thomas Eakins
posted by Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) @ 6:47 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
"Men to Match My Mo" needs to be my Mo(tto)
I might just have that put up above the cornice myself.
Jason - If me men don't match my mo, me must just say no.
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