weirdly, the chairman himself debated this spelling, and if he had a computer at home, probably wood have changed it in the nick of time, in a new york minute in fact. yes, it is minute detail, but hour spelling is important, and this spelling made for a second rate blog. today however, david is a newman, and my hard times are over. so, here i cum.
mr. carver is absent today. i absent for you yesterday and here you are today. everyone wants to throw their two absence in to the discussion, but we need people to speak their minds, for then we will find the truth, and the world will b. free. yes, i know it's a howie long shot, but howie are we gonna learn to live together if we don't start now. for we are disparate entities, desperate, motherless children searching for a new harold land of destiny. ahh, but i am only jason kidding myself, for i moss remember that the night is dark and i am far from a homosexual. rachael's child was a homosexual but sadly, death took him at an early age. i wrote a letter to his young teacher, a man named steve, who i didn't know from adam, explaining the situation. he was saddened, and then went into a rant, talking about the savage inequalities faced by working class youth in our culture. i told him he was on the marx, and said that i would give him a karl when i had the chance. surprisingly, he told me to leave him malone. if you ask me, he was barkley up the wrong tree rollins, and i said listen sonny, i will punch you until you are redd in the face if you talk to me like that again.
evette wants to stay in the class with me, but i would rather sit in here alone with my blog. evette thinks she is a singer. what she doesn't know is that she is really alvie singer. that was a good one, and when i see annie in the hall, i'm gonna repeat that line. alfred may be lion but i'm not, for i really said that. i wouldn't lie, for my weinstock would drop if i began to fib, and i would have to bob and mike weaver out of trouble. that would be a heavyweight on my shoulders, and while the anka punch worked for muhammed when he was in an ali fight, you still need to liston to the whole story, because all work and no clay make gene mcdaniels a very dull singer, and even when nat cole is outside, i still remember the month that mae cut her keith out west. kanye recall it? don't beat around the bush, either you blacked out and can't recall it, or you do remember it. you can find the answer in monroe, so stop playing with your johnson and defend your honor. i would rather be on her than have honor. i was honor roll, but i had to get off to wash off the butter.
the celtics play tonight. i think they will ed wynn by a margarine of 8 and a half points. i have a good felini about it, although i need to sea the game first before i can know for shore who will win in this battle of atlantic division foes. moses said foe foe foe, but he can go jump in a laker and eat kareem cheese for all i care. i should care, i should go around weeping that tree rollins has not been able to plant a seed as of yet. well, i suppose we need to seed what happens. it happens at lappens. i saw vikki carr there once serving a dish of food to gerald ford, and then they drove away. my jokes are fluid, but perhaps i should take a brake because everthing is moving too fast and i'm beginning to run out of gas. all in all, i think this was a solid blog. when you weigh the protons and the controns, i ion a good esther rolle here, and am having good times. i mellish this opportunity and am having big pun. i am not a player i just drink a lot of crush soda. there i go a gin. yo, i am rican of alcohol. this shit is phat, for i've got nothing to luz now that a heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders. now i just need to wait and sea if these lines hold any water. john thinks they do. he lives in the 5th edwards, a pour district. i have an almanac for these lines. if i only had the benjamins, i could afford to live in frankiln. you mass believe me that i need kevin cash. did you catch that line? it probably threw you for a curve, so go to a varitek school. i'm not joshing, i think you can make it, so roll the dice, k? be a manny like david and do what you are due for. i know i am making a pitch here, but i really think you will have a ball, four what is life if you are not living in the fast lane. i'd rather be swingin down the lane like dan, who had a casey of the blues when his para pants didn't fit, so he had to marshalls the courage to return them. i'm takin this to the tj max, and i will tello everyone i see how i feel. they may not take the bates, but i feel fresh as a daisy. great scotts, i will boro through, and get my point across to every brother and sister all over this land, and i'll mc hammer out david justice, until we live in berry nice world that we can all halle as a place where no manning has to pey a ton for anything, and decency rainns down on all who have the wilson and the courage to strive for michael moore than we currently have. for though today may be the nader of our planet, and while i'll grant that i am green with envy over how others have lived compared to us, i refuse to give up hope. we just need to sesame what happens, and keep cynicism at bagel, or we will be creamed by the spread of disaster that will knife us all.
good luck compadres.
you have nothing lose but your chain of fools, so hang aretha from your doors, and light a fire that will shine brightly. we are playing a different brando game now.
it's on.
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