Obamacared?
Sent to re-education summer camp?

Fiar needs to just get his arse back to work, blogging for my entertainment. Period. And stop hanging out with Waldo, for pity sake. I think Waldo’s a lib, you know, indoctrinating our children with a socialist agenda.

I saw Fiar just the other day, standing at the corner of W. International Speedway Blvd. and Nova Road near the track in Daytona Beach. He was holding a sign that said “Will blog for food”.

I hate to suggest this, but I suspect he may have gone over to the dark side and become a hobo. Next time I go by there I’ll snap a picture, so we can be sure it’s him.

Maybe I could toss him a bag of chips and a couple Krystals(White Castles) and he’ll leave a post?

Fiar’s square head wasn’t so easy to find on my 15 inch laptop. Had I been viewing the image on my larger desk top screen, it would have been far easier to locate.

Crap, all those women were right, size does matter.

I don’t think I’m eligible for the prize, so I’ll keep quite. I’d ask if you got permission to run this contest through Fiar, but…

Fiar is in the “Where’s Waldo” picture at the beginning of the post by the way.

I’ll reveal where he is Monday here in the comments. I think he is easy to find but I could be wrong.

He’s in a bacon stupor somewhere in Amish country.

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