If holding paper from an institute of higher learning means anything, it means exposure to civil discourse.
I hold paper from Portland State University, so F Cancer.
Can I get a, “Hell Yeah!”
From PSU, walk north, or downhill, to find an urban loo.
Portland is helping out with a public potty? Great.
So, F Cancer? Yes.
Teddy Roosevelt broke monopolies, took a bullet, and carried on.
It’s said that at every funeral he wanted to be the dead guy, at every wedding the groom. He was ‘That Guy.’
Have a cold one you old Rough Rider, and F Cancer.
This history of education runs deep in Oregon where farmers came for free land, or at least land occupied by natives they thought was free.
Let the learning at Oregon State University and the Oregon Historical Society include a course on F Cancer.
Thoughts and prayers, Part One: F Cancer.
The Emancipator in Chief did the hard job of saving the union. Here’s a toast for all the work.
“Four score and seven years ago…F Cancer.”
Thank you, Abe.
The show must go on, from the Lumineers to Frank Zappa, Eagles to opera.
Take the stage and F Cancer, act 1 at the Paramount/Schnitz.
Another Portland bronze beauty says it all. What did she say?
“F Cancer, please.”
Thoughts and prayers, part 2:
F Cancer in the key of F.