A angry bee will fly up to two miles and return home

Have a matriarchal bee apiary surrounding every home.

Each colony can have 20,000 females with painful stingers.

The drones can be kicked out if they are politico lazy and real loco.

The female will grasp protein gold pollen and sip blossom sweet nectar.

There are chores to do. Between duties, I'll stop off and ask the local Ivy League Yale scholar

expert gerontologist therapist if there is any reason to fear GOPs.

The GOPS are killing everybody and they are afraid to live and die.

Sad. And I'm out of Valentine chocolates. I'll pop open a beer can?

No. I'm no teetotaler. Drink raw milk. Don't send inebriates to jail.

Ouch.

If that "thinker" was wearing his old high school shoulder pads, foot-cleats, and football plastic hemet with a face guard while reading what you wrote, I bet there would be a loud scream?

Ouch!

I'm not thinking this to not ever have to say 'ouch' in the future, but It's almost Spring...

It's OT (off topic) to say respectfully... I wondered into a pleasant real of a memory.

O, huh.

I think.

"Isn't it goofy to hang garlands of green holly on those Florida's plastic pink flamingoes

yard-ornaments in late December?"

I goes now.

A billion angry Carpenter bees without those stingers make lots of dust.

The bumble bee will pollinate with a stinger the bell shaped blueberry blossom.

P.S. Nancy. My nickname in high school was Otts. It was short for Wales, Arthur.

The color? Green.

Gary Owen has bean eating them pinto beans and YOU need to listen. Toot.

By the time 2012 elections rolls around, Mike B, @ 2:41... Ya's need to know.

Realize.

A Ber'en rabbit will breed 30 does in one season alone.

A 31-day incubation period means we are human-bunnies, so-to-speak, needing to glance beyond the GOP's dead-end-punditry's horizon.

If ya's don't get itby now.... ya's in a late stage of Life's Comatose Game. Ya's in more big trouble than wayward

any GOP's lost-teen.

A Hermit shed is enough for me.

The grief I've know and I will shed,

the worldly strife may kill a flea and me?

Well, I will shed the silly strife and be free.

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Che? The hut is much more fun than a DVD.

W.T.? Bang a tambourine on R. P's hip and knee?

The GOPS are real shame. OT- The clouds were great today.

If the cloud-watching can't keep the Mind off the GOPS-Dooms-Glum!

The baloney "news" chatter can drive a sane person to shed some real tears.

Let them browse the glossy magazines to browse what is in vogue-fashion to wear.

As a frequent commenter says frequently-Let them false-fake-GOPS wear Turnip-Sacks!

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Ye'all's GOPS need to sleep on a city park bench, and roll on the side at midnight to urinate.

The GOPS can flat-out drive a sane citizen sheer feelin' mighty crazy, but a true people will recuperate as the neocon's discombobulate. Yep.

Today I read about a bomb dropping into a peaceful neighborhood to kill a so-called Hezbollah (Party of God) (affiliated with Iran?) , and children are dreary this eve also. There will be NO eve strolls to the ice cream parlor to have a crispy brown baked cone, filled with a double scoop of vanilla ice-cream with crunched pistachio nuts. And bomber Mc-Cain, who dropped 500 pounds from a 28,000 aerial height above the urban population centers, gets a go-ahead endorsement from GWB's junior's papa. Murderous. However...

I heard geese overhead cluck more sense.

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Oh, ah, and let the economy expand how?

All the GOPS ladies can haggle like geese?

Oh, hear cluck-sounds as they promenade.

Oh. Yep. Cluck sound with the neocon lip!

Go to a hodgepodge market bargain place!

Watch them 'whores' riffling through bras!

O, there are piles and heaps of GOP creeps.

Oh, there are some good taste folks here?

Yes. sense such beauty in contrast to GOPS!

If op-ed Krystol was a hard rock guitar-player and a modern rock band enthusiast who began to promote calm melody, and,

a love for Beethoven... Sorry!

B.K.'s got zilch credibility now!

The GOPS's offspring will cuss.

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I read R. K. after a trip to India.

Thanks for the beautiful post.

Bill Krystol's crew use a oboist,

to clean earwax from stuff-ears.

If you were a Mother of 1, 000 doing the wash upon the rocks at the Grand Canon at midnight,

O, Bless you dear...

I've appreciated you.

The way you pound,

and scrub so clean.

I feel less a surly dog.

Do you scour dishes?

I'll glean fresh fruits?

I'll be mighty fair and share.

I'll wash your clothes at a mountain creek?

I'll sing, 'Born Free' and watch the grass grow.

Please don't misunderstand me? I'll shush up.

I feel clean now. Thanks for a deeper appreciation of that cornfussing word: Purgatory!

I would sure search my back pockets for a bier-tab facsimile of a temporary cheap tin wedding ring.

You know I am as innocent,

as a dang gone oncologist?

O, who knows what that is?

I am not real sure? It is nice?

I hope it's not a real bad word.

I'll just look it up in a dictionary.

I beg your forgiveness. I'll shine my farm-boots with Dirigo's bow tie and call it a night?

If 'ole Anonymust or Pedinska were around, we could all beg them for chocolate cupcakes?

What ever happened to Introvert-Girl. Where is the pleasant Grey-Sky good piano player?

Oh, and shooter242 is brooding over a wretched boss who tells him to go clean GOP grease!

Gads.

The GOPS eat geese wings at the neo-con weekly Karaoke sing-along session bar-jams.

shooter242 now works at Hallmark's beef butcher house prodding lame cows to slaughter.