Dear CeeneyDear Ceeney, I feel you on that comment you made. Ruled by fascist fucks appealing to force. A hundred years out, there will be no environment. There will be no constitutional legitimacy a hundred years out. We will live short, charmless lives and nobody will remember the magic of chess or of popsicles. Way bad mojo, no? And here you're asking me (and I would've thought this behind us by a hundred years) to ask your mom out on a date. She is old enough to be my auntie and pretty far out on lupus drugs. Get a grip. And you with your posture, anyway, you cock. Why, I say for instance, did you vote for that hooch-maw as County Supervisor? My quim-scent would make for better leadership, and, yeah, under my household roof it's fine leadership enough. Sorted. But now no roadwork favors will win you me-asking-her-out-for-burgers, of course you know. Hope you make better choices in the future. But if you don't, hey. Nobb R Cobb PS - Read here that your damn Brahman bull knocked three fence posts down and you know it, so fix the shit quick. Or get your neo-junta buddies and the sloth team to do it, I don't care. See you at prayer-meeting.  |
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