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It sounded like a lowly wounded PFC private cursing the 'ought' of 'though' and 'thought'... Oy! Wasted. Worthless.
A Arab, a Sunni, a Sheik, a Freak, a Creep... A Voice Shrieking over a ham hock or a mule-fly in a bowl of green pea soup.
A better idea is this:
Sip garlic morel soup.
It heals the Vitriolic spirit.
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My opinion : The media, generally, comes from a bad batch. 'Um are eating nasty DOD goo. 'Um loco. 'um eat yellow jello. 'um smooth up to a DOD queen bee's behind. Sting? 'um need to open the top lid of a killer bee hive from a Texan apiary Get a dose of karmic stinger bees sting. The right-wing, pro-war gang are a bad batch of sad sac bad creeps. These creeps are ill loco. Look. Listen. That's the Nature's true diagnosis. My apologies to/for use of a matriarchal bee apiary analogy. I'm less and less inclined to have any faith in these stunted male, emasculated creeps. The back peddle (oh wee wee, pea pea, we did not know) will still lead into a killer bloody swamp.
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It's another day at a heath facility for me.
I've cut my blog habit down considerably.
Tomorrow is my best friends birthday party.
O giddy.
And why, in hello, o jello, and 'um so damn loco,
And with such animosity and vitriolic disgust, humanity can be giddy? A mystery. 'um a bowl of morel with no meat? O, Maybe! Yep. I hear GOP pundits and seem to begin to hear myself mumble...
o heebie-jeebies. O 'um so dang depraved and miserable creepy. P.S. This comes to Mind : At about 4:30PM yesterday, in a V.A. hospital, the TV was tuned to Fox. Bill Krystal was grinning. In combat, a look like that meant OH DOC! It's an emergency medical evacuation moment. It was essential. Troops would die under the jurisdiction. A Basket Case Casualty! Medic! Serious. A dust off. Call a chopper. Haul another psychiatric casualty off. KIA.
A walking dead troop is in our midst.
OT` How can there still be a happy birthday wish? I'll go now to buy a ice cream cake.