i wouldn't send a knight out on a dog on this. knight on a dog alice! the honeymooner is over for people who need people. my barbras are flying, my wit is quick, my finger is typing. secret courtesy of victoria, i type with one finger. another secret: i was once nearly arrested at the copley mall for starting a fictitious petition. i was trying to get enough signatures to get a "victor's mystery" going. well, if victoria can have a secret, why can't victor have a mystery? the thrill of victor should be shared by all. and while sonny and shared may have you, babe, the beat goes on, and we still don't have a victor's mystery. in any case, the police came and told me "to move on." move on to where, another mall to continue my journey? for remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. by the way, how's journey? is it still hurting? get well soon because we kneed you back to give us a hand.
silberg has had his own troubles with the law. once, at an imf protest (quick! what does it stand for?...international monetary fund) the cops got on their horses and charged the crowd. silberg thought the crowd was overcharged, and calmly pointed out that they had been charged for 250,000 roast beef sandwiches when there were only 75,000 protesters by official estimate. the cops became angry, and a beef developed. silberg called them pigs, and said they were too chicken to face the crowd without their guns. the situation soon mushroomed out of control. protesters threw tomatoes at the police, and silberg became nervous. his apple came up, and he made a quick retreat. when last i heard from him, he was in turkey, giving thanks that he had his health.
silberg had some interesting ideas. he turned to atheism when he realized that there is no cure for a pizza face. silberg believed that god had done some good things in his day, like the two for one at mike's pizza in davis square on monday nights, and the creation of beyonce knowles' lower body. but there were other areas where he believed god didn't do as well, such as famine, war, poverty, rape, and environmental destruction, and this worried silberg. silberg turned to eastern philosophy, but then his books were stolen. he claimed he would tzu, but he needs to find out who did it first. who's on first? come on bud, you've got to follow along.
silberg than began to blame the "u.s." for everything, such as his dandruff, and the mediocrity of his body. he wanted to overthrow the government but ended up overthrowing a pass on 3rd and 8 in a flag football game. he was game, and even though he tried to prey, he still lost his starting job. silberg tried to get a job, but ended up buying a bible, where the teachings of jesus were smeared in blood. meanwhile, the music of red garland played softly in the background, and the morning sunrise was a sight to behold. you've got to behold on to what you've got, said joe in a tex message that i would cell to you if you'll me give some big money grip for it. if you can sanford it, i think it's a good deal, my son. it would make for good times in somerville, where we could pool our resources and bowl everybody over. then, we could paintball the town. finally, we could move on up to my bunker and join elizabeth, who will have a big one waiting for us. what if god were a big one of us? who gives a hooters? i'm going tit for tat now, and my thoughts are like two penises in a pea pod, and since i'm in boston, i'm gonna poddy like it's 1999 with an artist who was formerly known as ron artest. ron failed his algebra artest. the teacher, whose name was pinko, corrected it with a red marker. that's the marker of a fine teacher. actually, a great shape and a nice butte, montana are. hannah is a fine example, but the barbarians never treated her well.
silberg had some great get poor slow schemes. he was his own man. no one else was david silberg, except david silberg, who wrote, produced and directed "getting played" with carmen electra and vivica fox. the movie is vivica in my mind, and was certainly james worthy of the electracity i spent to view it. silberg preferred fellini. he once took a cabiria to watch mike mussina shoot a moose at his pajama party. why he went to a pajama party without a thong is beyond me. without a thong the day would never end, without a thong the road would never fort bend, not even for my huckleberry friend, who once mooned joan rivers in kenyatta, leading to a warren for his arrest. they found him riding to sally's house, and while we had a strong picket line during his trial, he still could not learn the wilson reading method. he is now serving 5 to 10 courses a day, each worth three credits, which i gave him even though i am not a union.
silberg is now laying low like derrick, as he sinks into oblivion. he is not even a household name in his own household. but he is still smarter than 99% of the dickheads we know as american citizens. this and a buck will get him a small coffee.
god bless america
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