Let that mean whatever you wish. I just wanted some riffs. Wasn't I just here? My internal clock is broken. Chronometric fisticuffs. Blood sticking to guts sloshing in entrails. A pile of platters I don't feel like pontificating on. No thanks to waxing chortle on indubitable supervillain symbiosis.
In jet black meditation. Hand me that salvation, will ya?
Thursday, July 19, 2012
A stitch in time saves thousands
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I get high on life, R.G.
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Graves, you swine!
Hand me that salvation, will ya?
Where you itch? Are you nuts?
Regards,
Tengrain
if, I'd get high on the winnings from a death pool involving which foreign MIC affiliate would be next to croak at the Cleveland Clinic if I had any inside info which I don't being a peon. And also shrooms.
tengrain, he's here all week folks, enjoy the veal, it's from Ray's.
Clearly my poverty is due to my inability to sew!
CLEVELAND KILLS.
karl of the österreich, oh, button up.
duchess, on the SCYTHE-O-METER, where does CLEVELAND fall, before GRAFFITI, or after JAYWALKING?
"My internal clock is broken. . . . Blood sticking to guts sloshing in entrails."
I knew you should've had a culture done on those onion rings. They were surely from Burger King or some equally devious vendor whose galley slaves' evil antics have yet to be revealed.
Cleveland IS jaywalking and graffiti and rock and roll, all of which KILL. And guns. Don't forget about guns!
Does that salvation come in pints or liters? Hell, I'd go for the half-gallon size.
Even though supervillains always have the best health insurance plans that doesn't stop the best doctors from planning on being anywhere but Cleveland in the summer.
Forgive this OT digression, Randal, but when I watched this brief video, I thought of you and how you might turn the slab into a more copacetic place in which to simulate and/or dodge work. Enjoy!
SWA, mellow out man, it's not like Ray's is someplace hideous like Rally's.
duchess, GUNS don't kill people, BUS PEOPLE kill people.
BB, I figure most of us need a few 55-gallon drums.
susan, Clevelandia may not be hip for most, but it sure is for our lords' personal physicians.
SWA, egads, man, I'm trying to dodge work, not make some. A bottle of cheap scotch in the bottom drawer works wonders.
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