ASAP!

What is cooking?

How is the today's soup special?

What if Mr Bush's GOP loyalist no like heavenly food?

What is the Pope's favorite scripture and holy beloved soup?

Nutri bud broccoli is spelled with two curved [c's], not one Holy SEA.

Bless me Pope for I can't spell.

Hail Mary full of grace.

Mary wants some good broccoli stew?

A universal belief is...

Nothing can live in the Dead Sea.

A human in the universe (Catholic) who is pro-war floats to the top...

...Scum? I believe.

It does make one wish for some good mush hominy?

With parsley seeds on top...

Jebbie, may you be the Good Frier who sprinkles pure holy water with some black seed Simpson green seeds on the corn hominy?

The world wants a translucent commander-in-cook!

Hey.

The world wants, rather demands, a baker who makes a true and delicious chocolate cream filled eclairs for us to share?

Bang?

no hate.

be kind.

There is a beer named Tiger!

There is a bali, bali, bale (333) Asian beer.

Drink three beers and have a cool nap? Cranky?

Me too. The NSA is a ridiculous swallow in my barn!

A barn swallow looks drunk when it darts, swerves, and dives.

Now is The Teach The Baby Barn Swallows time to fly. Watching the bluish grey, forked tail swallow soar... is Wow!

It is a treat for soar eyes

that is so beautiful and amazing.

Wake up at dawn when the NSA knocks you off the web and snoops!

Watch barn swallows circle 'round and 'round on the east side of a grey barn in the morning teach the

babies to soar. That is the truth.

Thanks Mary Snow!

He may think he's never read so many preposterious comments. Putin and Bush may agree?

Ideas are like bird quail. Ideas lose themself. The HumanRights Internet condemnation is calling for a "Crusade" to turn all elephants into fishes. A fishgill or a bird wing will flee and a thought will get lost. The elephhants need to chane into a long neck turtle. The other Internet I use is as slow as a slimey snail in morning green grass. It is no roaring train. Hokey pokey!

Get serious? Let's meet @ the Speckled Frog Globe Log Salon. Citizens can hop from the Pub Tap and have a sumptuous fly lunch. Let's fry shad? Shad up? I say we toast! Toast to all the world. Toast the folk who play musical instruments. They can bunny hop and play better than any military marching band!

Toast in memory of dead sages, The Star Spangled Banner Singers lost at sea looking for a wormy lunch? Toast to squish y's poltico's. Toast for an appearance of many W.T.'s but NOT like the old feeble Mr. T. YKW (me too) have passed the age when virtuous and lovely women just staid home in the countryside. The ladies now do more than cook fish and throw herbs in homemade soup. Yipee! 'Um deserve a piece of unburnt buttered toast? They have integrity, evolved beyond sock darners, and have more independence and intelligence. A noodle brain male wants to give the gals brain a hug. Goodness knows this is true.

The spys need to be sent on vessels when the wind gales are high...get the RWA's on leaking ships to enjoy Leek Soup for a Last Meal Supper?

Okay- The Glenn post seems ignored. At least the Vice Prezident is, hopefully not drunk as usual as a skunk...

...Oh, send him on a Student Loan Scholarship to begin a Lyceum Movement?

He can organize Saturday afternoon lectures, conversations, and invite us all to his Easter coast house for red-steamed crabs with Old Bay vinegar ans spice sauce with free beer? Crabs and beer with modern day Chaney-Arisnotle would be a great idea?

W.T. You are a serious bartender. Organize our minds before our ideas fly off to sink at sea? Okay, landlovers, no eat neocon whale blubber-oil! We need some serious ideas from the peanut gallery! Okay...the Vice president's cook said for lunch and afternoon snacks we all get creamy peanut butter...sticks! No read this because it is stoopid and no spell or smell very good? O, it putin.

Before I hit the high seas, I ask: Did you ever wonder if BC Confucious did ever read or experience such "strange" times as this?

For An Improved Empire, maybe some practice fire drills will reverse the LIES. It is written in scrips and blue sky ink that the swindler spindles "ideas" can float. No. 'Um sink like forks and spoons or...Use red plastic butter knives?

To those who are tired of swindlers, lies, and dumb darn needle thumb's of neocons...Give 'Um A Thumb Down sign. 'Um signed home for red-wine-squals...deep-bottom pit...SHEOL's.

I cheerfully say if we ain't prejudiced and read with a open-mouth, a fly might get swallowed. NO Be A Bribe-Fly-Bird-Swallow! They sure fly right and are superior guides, beyond comparison, to g-8's jocks on guys or gals lost @ The Red-Fly-Swat Team employed to invite a New World Symphony!

NO Be A Bribe-$-Swallower. No be a dead beat or a bug to eat.

NO LIE. Go to a politico's flea mart and jump on mongrel dogs and bite neocons raw hides. Neoconcervatives are tin cans that need to be fed to Billy Goats. The neocons are manufactured junk. Recycle. Stomp on a tin can and hear a crunch? Skippy brand peanut butter served with a rusty manure pitch fork...huh. No dump at sea. I no not how to help the Empire. No fire drill? I hope rain comes to Califlower and dear Mary's east coast Motherland.

Peaches and cream for the open-Mind bunch at brunch time?