If jesus made the shooter drunk, if that's right, I'm happy and obliged to pay homage to a merciful dog (spell backwards).

If rock-throwing is permitted from now until election day, we need a old name soot face white blacksmith to forge some tin clothes armour protections. An arrestee needs many biscuits and butter with good jam to get out from the slammers. The graveyard has lots of big white-rocks but who can throw them very straight at huckster politicians on blogs, radio, or teevee?

If I ever figure out why a possum would give cold coins for a copper suit, to one of those damn stealer who loiter in a Pittsburgh Courthouse, or gives Town Hall speeches. If another says they deserve a public stoning, I almost want to caste the first feather and it noy possible to forgive 'if' they still fib.

If a dead soldier came back from a Union or Confederate state-grave to say, "if you think neocon tag along who sniff behind the poll-cat, who robs, who cheats, and who highway taxes a whole world, your hearing the truth."

If the White House spokesman tells me the National Home has indoor plumbing and three flush latrines. I not believe 'um.

When the thin skin salamanders invade 'it', I'll noir ever go inside there. 'If' the vaporous slippery skinless were under a rock I picked up in the morn walk in the woods, I'd think of bush and feel so dirty I'd need a bath at the county square. Folk don't really give away money to a robber barren politico? Honest? They are all running drunks, if,if,if,if,if one ask me.

If Jane needs a friend to walk with in the woods, I promise this: no talking, only bird watch, no rock stoning, no baths in a clear stream, and only look for a perfect morel and hear birds argue like people should. huh. If 1% of the time you forgive me for never obeying laws like a bad drunk shooter or rock-thrower who is an arrested or and arrestee, I forget.

It is pitiable we cat's can't be nice to request kisses thrown their way. Ever kiss a rotten potato or a drunk who talked lie after lie, with a full mouth of rippled-cut barbecued chips? If it's anything like kissing a drunk politician with lipstick or black shoe polish on a screwy Halloween spring morning, no. We watch them wees off 'bs' on t.v. about how much they love Morgan Dan's weinstine. If they Now Wish to be voted fore the-Truths about the depots, is a start....

...I say if.if.if.if.if.if.if. they didn't steal, commit fraud, prop up a 'Fee Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, all live long day.....Sorry! Sorry? Sorry! SORRY!

I'm happy Old Aunt or Uncle Private used a old time water pump and never, never, never, voted in the primaries, noir lied, nor killed, and knew how to put shoes on a horse. And 'if' they walked in naked feet, politico's ought to be giving out money's stolen, not robbing from the poor and giving it to Lie Like a Rug MSP... Politicians need no blood money, they need a few licks to be cleaned up from a black and white cute fluffy pole cat.

Sorry. They many me type drowsily. If I am sorry, sorry, and I Go Rest in peace...okay. a goof. merci

When DCLaw1 writes, we are much obliged and ought to heed attention, and quietly listen. He almost makes me begin to hate lawyer jokes.

I'm not yet exuberant, far from being out of the woods, scroungy, but, I too became less embittered when DCLaw1 'felt' that healthy emotion after the doc' Moyers spoke up. Got to love those principled law folk, yes.

I'm afraid after being sent to sea from the other site, and it seems like a epoch ago, the read about micro-marine-biologist--'stuff' about Frank Zappa. Ah Nonie, no. Che Pasta can be a good-danger. I'm trying to stop cussing, so after a read about the deep murky wine colored sea-- a 5th.

W.T.-- not rye...yet..too early. I want to be able to throw stones less crooked the next tomb I'm thinking at the public scroll. no 'scroll' 'TM' brand of chew tobaccy..too yucky. Chew Wrigley's spearmint gum and walk and march high those knees like a sole marching band idiot. Stupid. yes sir rhea...Let's perfect what it feels like to get slobbered sober and pretend we are in DC's White House as lunch guest, and honored...

...neo-state-men/lady...Look like drunk bums on the drums. no. remain very alert and sober as animated marching believers, not pinching out from a scroll tin can, but, in demand for some RealJustice. Yea. thanks...and remain non-caustic and look non-bitter like a wanna be demsrepubs neo-slaveholders. O, what 'Puck 4th-Prison's they are actually in...Stupid.

Why be made-up like a sad-clown with a scowl-pale-face...jelly fish? Huck to stinging politico. Bye by, bye, bye, bye, no buy a lie.

Dang Che Pasa. Good DCLaw1. I hope too... no go-let a hold-slip from always clinging to real hope... ever, ever, ever...never die. bye g-d, we are animated human, not automaton political salamander's, or a poll cat watcher's, and, if,if,if.if.if.if.if, you you ever heed what they mouth and dare wonder...What! 'um saying while chewing, it's ___.

It is not cute. It's slimey. A dog face lie. a dog (backward spell) chewing a bloody bone lie. Ever see a dog chew his/bloody lips and gums? Drip, drip, drip. That can caste a grey day in the east. It is a pretty Zappa silver light shed everywhere outside. It's an Alive feel. thanks