but easter is just as bad. you know, life is no judy holiday. judy judy judy said dean martin. i got the day off for good friday. i know jesus did something on this day, but i can't remember what. jesus died so that we could live. if he knew what we would make of the planet, he may have charted another course. of course he planned each charted course, like sinatra, but unlike sinatra, he had no nelson riddle to back him up. never mind the lp. yes, there was nothing back then. and we are back to it. we have taken up residence deep in the toilet known as america. just remember that a flush is a good hand, as long as you don't play the race card. i'm tellin you straight that gaye could sing. he could james taylor his version of how sweet it is so that even jackie would have to gleason. sally would have a fields day listening to his voice, which was the voice of reason. freud wanted her to have children, but i convinced her they would be too jung. then i left her malone and hung out with carl. we went out to eat, and moses picked up the tablets. it came to 74:75. he became angry at the ray price, and reminded the cashier that "thou shalt not steal" we did our part to remind him that the year was 2008, and that we all had gotten used to being fucked on a chuck daly basis.
and the whispers began...
the rape goes on.
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