i'm a sub again today, so i thought i'd sandwich in another blog. i'm no hero for doing this. i'm just a small pizza of the puzzle, so don't give me any cross words. rather, lettuce live in piece of pizza, and read the onion until we mushroom into a powerful force. in this world, you takes your pickles and you makes your choices. today, i'm subbing for betty gaffey. you betty your life i'll try my travis best. and yet, i've travised each and every highway, and haven't found an eddie house, although i have found eddie gaffey, betty's brother. i'm comin to join you elizabeth, with betty gaffey.
dorothy, if you are still there, i just wanted to tell you that you are a golden girl. i had to estelle you the truth, which is that you are a rose. please, don't blanch.
silberg was recently found guilty of sexual hairyassmeant when a camera in tello's caught him changing in the salad dressing room. to tello you the truth, he looked italian. irish he was polish, but it's all greek to me anyway. jewish good things to happen for silberg, don't you. silberg deserves the barry white wilson picket sign, if you understand my language. i'm getting hungry, perhaps i'll have some linguistics with pasta sauce. after i chomsky on that, maybe i'll zinn along with a sinatra record and play a game of chubby checkers and chew the fat with some chewish friends, although they are a pain in the anniston, and i usually get j lo just being around them.
today, i may picket fence hillary clinton, who is speaking at symphony hall in boston. the funny thing is, iran up every hillary, but i am still caught between iraq and a hard place. i may need to go to the john edwards to release this orgasm. it's a kucinich that i will be cot if i do this, however, no lie. maybe i'll just stay in the class and play gin romney, because the mormon you learn, the less you know. less is archie moore, and once all these dickhead politicians get through with the world, we will probably all have to live in bunkers.
so edith, and get strong, the weak is almost over, the war is on, and edwin starrs fell on alabama last night. actually, those were pesticides. it is an ugly world, and mayonnaise have seen the glory of the coming of the lord hampton murder trial, so i guess there is nothing for me to do but to ketchup on my reading. my lawyer told me i may inherit the wind, but what will i do with a gas company, for you see, i am martha rooting for evo. we may be on the evo of the rear end times, but we need to keep our morales up. now, if i inherited castro oil, that would be different. well, hugo your way and i'll go mine. i don't care what you che, but i have an allende for a sub right now. it would be quite a coup if i could get one. maybe i'll rent a vandella with martha and drive to the north end to meet ollie, although it could be a hostages environment. iran away from the north end once when i had a tough time digesting a tough italian sub. iraq my brains trying to recall this story. you may think that i can't be syrias, but it's true. i knew the guy lombardo who made the sub, and he randolphed with my change. egypt me, but i didn't have the gas to go after him. furthermore, you mosque remember this, a kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is still a sigh.
today is national coming out day. world, get a look at my penis. i always was ahead of the times. i'm gonna go smoke a butt with frazier, so to all you joe's out there...
peace, end the war, smash the state, long live anarchy, emma goldman, malcolm x, malcolm little,booker little, carlos bulosan, pinko, pengco, silberg, n. tixon, robert williams, the deacons for defense, and the red sox offense.
dorothy, if you are still there, i just wanted to tell you that you are a golden girl. i had to estelle you the truth, which is that you are a rose. please, don't blanch.
silberg was recently found guilty of sexual hairyassmeant when a camera in tello's caught him changing in the salad dressing room. to tello you the truth, he looked italian. irish he was polish, but it's all greek to me anyway. jewish good things to happen for silberg, don't you. silberg deserves the barry white wilson picket sign, if you understand my language. i'm getting hungry, perhaps i'll have some linguistics with pasta sauce. after i chomsky on that, maybe i'll zinn along with a sinatra record and play a game of chubby checkers and chew the fat with some chewish friends, although they are a pain in the anniston, and i usually get j lo just being around them.
today, i may picket fence hillary clinton, who is speaking at symphony hall in boston. the funny thing is, iran up every hillary, but i am still caught between iraq and a hard place. i may need to go to the john edwards to release this orgasm. it's a kucinich that i will be cot if i do this, however, no lie. maybe i'll just stay in the class and play gin romney, because the mormon you learn, the less you know. less is archie moore, and once all these dickhead politicians get through with the world, we will probably all have to live in bunkers.
so edith, and get strong, the weak is almost over, the war is on, and edwin starrs fell on alabama last night. actually, those were pesticides. it is an ugly world, and mayonnaise have seen the glory of the coming of the lord hampton murder trial, so i guess there is nothing for me to do but to ketchup on my reading. my lawyer told me i may inherit the wind, but what will i do with a gas company, for you see, i am martha rooting for evo. we may be on the evo of the rear end times, but we need to keep our morales up. now, if i inherited castro oil, that would be different. well, hugo your way and i'll go mine. i don't care what you che, but i have an allende for a sub right now. it would be quite a coup if i could get one. maybe i'll rent a vandella with martha and drive to the north end to meet ollie, although it could be a hostages environment. iran away from the north end once when i had a tough time digesting a tough italian sub. iraq my brains trying to recall this story. you may think that i can't be syrias, but it's true. i knew the guy lombardo who made the sub, and he randolphed with my change. egypt me, but i didn't have the gas to go after him. furthermore, you mosque remember this, a kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is still a sigh.
today is national coming out day. world, get a look at my penis. i always was ahead of the times. i'm gonna go smoke a butt with frazier, so to all you joe's out there...
peace, end the war, smash the state, long live anarchy, emma goldman, malcolm x, malcolm little,booker little, carlos bulosan, pinko, pengco, silberg, n. tixon, robert williams, the deacons for defense, and the red sox offense.
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you've reached new heights with this one chaiman!
chaiman? CHAIRMAN, goddamnit!
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