Subject Synopsis:

i want to remind you not to confuse any inability you might have in apprehending what i put down here as my inability to write properly


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indeed, Mother, dearest did "commandeer" my thesaurus; i cannot say i am entirely happy about it.

i didn't know that my living with her meant, somehow, i automatically lost my right to keep my shit (because she has "commandeered" other things of mines, as well), as well as my privacy.

it's not as if i'm staying here for free; and, verily, i had been giving up extra monies besides whatever was due for Rent, Utilities, and Phone..
..and it wasn't Chump Change either.

(that besides a sizable-percentage of my Earned Income Tax Credit.)

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well, i'll do something about This, one way or another.


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son of a bitch: why does my shit keep getting ruptured??

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my current air mattress was inflated for barely a week before springing a leak!

the second-to-last managed to hang on for 3 months, before a pin-sized hole developed in it; the third-to-last, i believe 6 months.


´da fuck is up?!

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now i am definitely going to be forced to buy a real bed; but i don't want shit that will have my already vulnerable back fucked-up even further...


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i love my Tasty↕Kake Krimpets®; this spice-cake_one is quite the Taste Treat©, too.

but i had been yearning for a frosting-free version of this particular dessert-line, though — believe it or not, "reduced sugar" (and, by extension, reduced sodium) has, lately, been sounding like a much more attractive alternative to many of these food↕stuffs out here.


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i am still having a problem claiming my muther↕fucking refund — i speculate i was picked for auditing not for anything *i* did, but precisely because the Government Coffer was already overextended from its fooling with the fucking "war" in iraq (amongst other fiscal unscruples) and so were trying their best to find any old excuse not to pay-the-fuck-up what they owe me and, presumably, thousands of others.

in my case, it's just little Nit↕Pick Shit which the tax examiner has been going after — i was never definitively told,

no, Rex — fuck you: you can't claim shit because we know for a fact that [. . . . .]


. . . . .it's been,


oh, well: you need to submit this document and that document, which I actually did not tell you you needed to give me, before: i see where you were going when you gave me this to mull over..
..but it doesn't quite satisfy the Arbitrary Restriction which i had put in place for you to overcome.

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most of the reason you hadn't read me complain about this more is, i had the Fore↕Sight & Restraint not to go buy shit in anticipation of monies i did not yet have placed into my bank account; don't get me wrong: i definitely have had Plans since late last year..

..but, what good is placing myself into further debt for stuff that can continue to wait?

relatively-speaking, i had been "going without" for a long time; since i am used to not having all the shit i want, i am more able to bide my time.


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i'd get behind eddie griffin more if he'd just lay off this homophobic crap (his fights is with Whites, not with the guys who mostly don't even like him "like that" anyway, and their female counterparts)


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i'd masturbate more if i had the option of ejaculating fluid which, say, evapourates completely upon contact with air; for, otherwise, i just hate dealing with The Resulting Mess: you do know that any semen which remains in the urethra after all ejaculatory pulsings have completed will eventually leak from out of your penis, and onto whatever you have over your Private Area at that time, right?


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once again, activities of the wealthy (or, more important, those who were aspiring to be Wealthy) impact the wallets of the struggling — yet these rich (and wanna-be rich) bastards get to receive a profound form of Welfare while the rest continue to get that proverbial poke-in-eye


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i too think obama really should have picked hillary to be his vice-president — even if they would have started out hating each other (more because Society told them they should, than for any actual personal reasons), i do feel they might have had a strong psychological chemistry, from which they could have bounced all sorts of ideas from off each other ── they could even have had a three-way with bill, eventually

:-)

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alternatively, i hope that The Women of the United States know better than to back mr. M^cCain just because he has Sarah — y'all needn't be voting with your hearts but with your Heads ── as i seem to recall, the core values of the current iteration of Republicanism mostly aren't pro-woman..
..it's a Double Whammy for the ladies because most republicans also are conservative: an ideology-set that can be misogynistic, as well


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why do they say "suspects" when it is known that a crime was definitely committed they really should start saying "{the police are looking for the }perpetrators," In The News


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i should like to think that any given terrorist needn't take to the sky to kill Quantities of People: he needs only find a couple or a few compatriots to equip some high-combustion explosives onto; walk into any given Air↕Port Terminal; **ka-pow**; to accomplish the same amount of bedlam.

for, i do not believe that there is vigour'us screening for one to enter an Air↕Port Terminal Area..
..which, itself, is very unfortunate.

it seems so obvious to try nipping the problem at its bud..
..but no one's set up any Preëmptive Measures to counteract such mischief


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i've heard it said that we americans are not too keen on using Diesel because of our perceptions of it; i've also heard it said that due to advancements in engineering, most of those perceptions are basically null, now.

i've heard it said there is a vehicle which, at its optimum, can get around 65 miles-per-gallon_of_gas_available using the latest incarnation of Diesel Fuel; i've also heard it said It won't be getting sold in america because.. ..our people are dumb asses.

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incidentally, if the government, say, forced you to use that fuel, then you'd just have to get over your prejudices & fears, now won't you-all?

you'd be amazed, then, at all the other Arbitrary Requirements & Restrictions that our presiding body has in place..

..that which we should be compelled into practicing, we're not.

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if what i've heard about Clean Diesel is true..
..then there should have been wide-spread utilization of that a long time ago.

deleted scenes: the Ruminations of Rex, ed. 1 — take 1.

**action**

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do you know who {most of} the people are who disagree with Joe Biden's assessment that it would be the patriotic thing for the Well-Off to do by going ahead and absorbing a tax hike while allowing there to be a decrease in burden borne by .. the rest?

(need I even say it?)

~↕↕~

once again, i am able to enjoy the view of the sky from my room, as i type: on this day, i think i should note, these clouds don't seem in an especial-hurry.


not↕withstanding, but how i wish i could just lie on one of them for a few hours, to continue remarking at all i'd be able to see, up there...

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overall, i can't really complain about my current Domestic Situation: i only suffer through a few nags, and miscellaneous pokes, here.

and it is because of this Relative Tranquility i am able to look out of my window without worrying that some bastard is chomping at his bits to disturb me, most of the time.

~↕↕~

☺.

ummo..

..unno. . . . .

. . . . .i guess he, simply, had made a miscalculation.
one which, upon my reflecting, a day later, on the resulting Unfortunate Event, would start to strike me as being rather humour'us.

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that saturday which i just got through telling y'all about in a previous entry was also the saturday where i was Being Good, minding my own business in the living area while EZ E was [----], downstairs: i was actually into watching the Black List — an HBO Special i had read about on Black Voices (an AOL Media Feature).

EZ E's house↕mate, whom i'll deem LL Cool L, came up to get something (coffee, if i am not mistaken), and chit-chat with me.

after a while, EZ E himself joined us, also partaking of the coffee that he personally made; etc.


the two of them had their conversation,—speaking at a volume that obviously evinced no particular regard for my actually being engaged with the program i had on the tellie^(♫),—and, if memory serves, they both eventually went back to their respective areas, downstairs.

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after a while, LL and E returned to the living area — LL dressed to go out, E still dressed in his Players' Robe.

Cool L departed as expected, Mr. E having already taken his seat with me on the couch.


it might just be my imagination, but i'd swear that this individual must have been feeling rather Amour'us: i could not keep his head away from my Private Area.

(the fucking pervert.)

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at any rate, that's how it was: me holding him (as how Cuddle Monsters should), as i was trying hard to exhibit some form of my rarely-displayed [----] Pride via watching that god-damn programme; after a few minutes of this, EZ E decided i should slick him up and massage him — to that end.. ..he went downstairs, retrieved his favourite Massaging Liquid^(♫), came back to where i was, took off his Players' Robe,—thereby allowing me to see him in his Turkish Blue-jockstrap, once again,—and laid on his stomach.

i was relatively-fixed where i was, sitting on the couch; EZ E wanted me to start on his broad back, so he faced himself towards me — using that as a convenient excuse to rest his skull on my crotch ── but as it so happened, Mr. E had earlier "commanded" me to be fully dressed while in the 1st (and penultimate) floor of his house, so as to not offend the sensibilities (or.. ..incite the Lusts?) of any Passers' By.

...

which means there were to be no Suckings of My Cock while his face was in that area.

(meanwhile, i was doing my best not to let that all of that distract me from listening to all the stories and absorbing all the messages that these Influential Black Americans were sharing.

{i did get to watch it to its end, though The Lively Environ made me miss quite a bit of data...})


*ahem.*


when he felt satisfied that i had moisturized his back, sufficiently, he next bade me lotion up his legs and, i suppose by extension, his Buttocks.


i did so.


given that his attire consisted only of a Jock Strap, obviously i was compelled to engage in some Counter Mischief; my left-thumb having had the most-worn_down nail. . . . .

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. . . . .of course, it was precisely during this time where [{i was}] enjoying [{my}sel{f}] most when LL Cool L unexpectedly returned.

:-D

actually, my ears picked up L's foot↕steps around 1.01-seconds before he opened the rear door — so i was able to extract my thumb long before his own "Sensibility" could have been "offended"; EZ E, himself, must have been deep in It, because he didn't instantly teleport into an upright-position until that door had announced the intruder's presence.

<shrug>

i had never seen the big muther↕fucker move so quickly, before.

it seemed like he was finna suffer a Heart Attack, was how adverse his 1-second reaction struck me.

of course, i wasn't fazed: based on how the door was opened, my subconscience was already fairly-confident it wasn't going to be A Hostile Force eventually stepping across the thresh↕hold; after that, i knew there could have been but only so many possibilities, whoever our unexpected company was going to be — i was fairly-confident, that person probably would not have cared if we were both actually Buck Nekkid™, bonin'..

..he probably would have said something to the effect, "¿enjoying ourselves much, are we" and then went about with his business while we, respectfully, waited for the individual to complete it before resuming ours.

:-).

´nigger wasn't paying us no mind — i mean, if i gotta feel scared about being judged or rebuked for having my bit of Intimate Fun by another msm, then: there is going to be a problem.


anyway.


i felt Mr. E needed some calming down,^(♫) so i bade him Resume The Position and rubbed his glutes som'more, hopefully imparting my implication that what happened was of little consequence to me.

(´no need to re-don the Players' Robe.)

then i made the fucker quiver some more with my previous Mischevious Undertaking.

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(♫) (.)
(♫) (yes, it was a Viscous One.)
(♫) (but, given his Usual Disposition,^(♪) it pro'ly wasn't necessary...)

(♪) (a rather frisky one, if i might proclaim so, myself...)

“Gee Willikers”

i feel kinda bad, talking only about all this negative stuff.

(ironic, yes?)


for, surely, Life is not all Piss'n'Vemmiker.

right?

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even if it was kinda a "cheat": there is still much commendation to bestow upon that german shepherd who knew enough to call for the Paramedics when his [????], Joseph Stalnaker, experienced another of his paralytic seizures.


(now, Buddy is the kind of dog i believe i would want to have by my side:

a

Ride or Die

dog.)

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and, on another side of the spectrum: more than a few previously-smug {white} folks found themselves jobless when The Lehman Brothers' Conglomorate had, more or less, folded, yesterday.

:-).

so maybe they, too, now, can experience what it's like having to choose between paying for medicine or for Food, for the month.

having to wait out Profound Tooth↕Aches because you don't know what someone might charge you to extract those mother↕fuckers.

(am i bitter and vindictive?

you're god-damnéd straight i am.

and, in considering the circumstances: i know i am more than justified in reserving the right to feel so — indubitably.)

do You know? do I know?

(´beats the very fuck from out of me.)

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cripes.

it feels like i am experiencing a much more damaging form of Writers' Block.

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on the bright side, i believe i have a Thesaurus some↕place around here..
..i mean, i hope my mom didn't "commandeer" it, during one of all those times when she had rooted through my things.

(why did she do that, anyway?

what was she hoping to find?)

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i am also afraid that my word-/expression-range is ... severely limited.

but this is a consequence of me preferring to stay away from Abstracts, {and not having an especially-active imagination}, isn't it?

there isn't much i can do about it at the moment; so, as a way to augment my output in spite of my inadequacy, i had been thinking about ... transcribing at least one of my many Journals for your perusal here.

and it might be fitting if i utilize the very first Chronicle i penned..
..only, i must hope it is still viable: considering i wrote it in pencil.

back in 1994.

or so.

let's see...

.......

´summer of 1995.

:-D

(it's in relatively good shape, still; my handwriting isn't too great..
..but this was before i began wearing The Glove.)

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well, you see: when i returned to the work↕site, monday night, i spied a dime lain on one of the tables in the break room; i took it.

but i relented,—hearkening back once more to The Warnings mother, dearest, instilled in me regarding this exact sort of si'chiachun,──putting the coin back where i found it.

the next morning, after work, on my way to the bus↕stop, there was a dime lying on the street.

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evidently, Something wanted me to have 10¢; i took it.

and i kept strolling to the bus.

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incidentally, i always have to wonder over how many of the dollar bills i get have ever been placed down someone's cleavage, or genitals:

if i might eventually get a contact high from handling these currency units which had been used to snort drugs.

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what's the point of having someone wear Bullet-proofed Armor? (i myself would merely use a shot↕gun, to blast off {a chunk of} the head, if i feel i cannot strike a lethal area of my target with one or two bullets propulsed from a standard-caliber fire↕arm.)

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you know what would be cool?

is if all the thugs started wearing Suits.

like in the old days.

(i mean.. ..most of the crimes that 40 Street Bangers can commit in six months will almost always pale in comparison to an atrocity that 4 White Collar Bastards can enact in 6 mere days...

...most of you just get taken in by the consequences that usually, mostly, show up immediately after a burglary or a mugging; the long-term consequences of the Daily Swindles escape your ire because you're not as able to formulate an emotional, visceral response to them.

{yet you experience these Illicit Dealings' effects every waking and sleeping moment: those fuckers can rape you with all your clothes on, and intact.})

so, when these Hoodlums & Malcontents start dressing up in standard-Wall Street Attire, {prejudiced, discriminatory} white people will have one fewer thing to lord over the people they themselves pigeon-holed, so many scores ago.

actually, they will lose the ability to enjoy the ... rather superficial, artificial plateau which donning such threads had previously bestowed them, wouldn't they and what a change in dynamics that would present.

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begrudgingly.. ..i will own up to you-all: that the guy upon whom i had previously sworn unbreakable, Eternal Vengeance, and had proclaimed would have further Severe Psychological Trauma visit upon his head, the next he blithely presumed himself into my company, was to be the same fellow whose arse i'd find myself fucking, saturday morning.


:-D.


what can i say?

(tsotsumi.)


i had to give the sum↕bitch an "A" for his efforts: in being the first to reëstablish contact betwixt the two of us, heralding a passable-accounting for {most of} his Extended Silence when doing so.

(irregarding that circumstance, he still didn't account for his more-than-obvious lack of response to the last missive i sent him..

{as long as he didn't summarily dismiss me because of his having come across some new guy he'd want to—futilely—focus all his time on...}

..but, would it be too much a stretch if i were to presume That Matter will, one way or another, gain resolution?)


. . . . .


i don't suppose i could.. ..have just left him hanging, after he put himself Out There on the line as he had; i had some needs of my own, besides.

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on the ride over to his apartment, he told me what i believe was another part of the reason he had.. ..shut himself off from me: his having become afear'd, once again, i was Falling In Love with him.

(i immediately put him at rest with the assurance that was furthest from happening: in-so-far-as, i knew that, logistically, our forming and maintaining a stable {Monotonous} Relationship simply is not feasible.

{i mean..
..i could love the fucker, but i would know better than compelling him into actual Emotional Monogamy with me.})


i suppose, then, part of his apprehension stemmed from what i had been making him feel: his cerebral reaction to, in his opinion, my being loving, affectionate, and attentive.

sentiments with which he regaled me, as i was messing around with him in his Bed.

(i guess he wasn't quite sure how to deal with such lavishings, and had, for some odd reason, been too afraid to say anything to me about it.)

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and his reäction to my cock in his arse: jeez!


i mean..
..the number... ...of times he exclaimed to me how good he believed It felt, up there.


i know it had been a few weeks since last he was fucked, but, surely, i should not be lead to believe his experiencing such profound sensations can only be brought about by little old me?

(´though he also told me he liked my body...

...my facial attributes.....)

i reck'n i gave him enough of a work↕out; i could have kept at it, if he hadn't had to Go Somewhere.

...

maybe he was trying to put to rest some of the concerns i had expressed, so many weeks ago...

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i can declare, for certain, that it was nice, the unexpected thing which his house↕mate did for me: his having set aside some ... of the food he had prepared, that evening, for me to take to work, later that night: chicken-fried rice con un toque de puertorriqueño.

(i do intend to return the "tupper↕ware" in which the food↕stuff had been placed, washed, the next time i return.

in addition to the book which EZ E lent me.)

(i would go on to find that i could not particularly care for the Plaintains he added on top..
..but every culture is different.

and i can respect that.)


i did make sure to thank him, never-the-less, for his thoughtfulness: "you deserve a thousand blow↕jobs" for doing something like that for me..

..the poor guy.....

.....currently undergoing some Rending Pain, with kidney stones.

(that is something which i would definitely wish on my worst enemy.)



:-).



having done all that, i still had a few minutes to spare, for the 3-bus.
(i was kinda nervous about having left out their house at 9:34, since buses run funnier on week↕ends..
..and i had a decent bit of a wait in store for me, indeed, ´pon my ´rival at the connecting Bus Stop; but it was okay, since the air was pretty nice — and i made it to work on time, too.)

Instinct compelled me look to see which bus it was that was straggling directly behind the 20-line (the one i was going to board since it was destined to show up minutes before the 36-bus...
...instinct having borne true, on this occasion: the 36-bus arriving earlier than expected.

and i was scrambling to that fucker, quite, for fear of its pulling off before i could flag the coach down: rude, fat-ass, cow-like [{nigger} muther↕fuckers] blocking my way, not discerning that, apparently, "someone was in a hurry"...
(...or, perhaps: uncertain, victim-like, scared bastards who were somewhat-immobilized with fear when confronted with someone who had that look on his face heading towards them, frantically, for no apparent reason?)

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i think i am getting closer to finding a name for them: one which should be substantially better than "native american," for sure!

...

trans-Beringians.

until it is rendered Undoubtedly Irrefutable, that They did not cross over to what eventually became known as The Americas, over from the eurasia region, so many millennia ago..
..then i will stick with something close to this — certainly, the reference to the Bering Strait has to be there.


while i'm at it..

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..it's been said that a good, trans-beringian name for this land mass, pre-Vespucci, might be

Abya Yala.

i am down for That.

what do you think?

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i sure do enjoy looking at these clouds just float on past me — their contrast against the blue sky ── clouds which, at the moment, move as if they have no particular destination in mind, yet, still have someplace they need to go, never-the-less.

and they all look so close to me, indeed: as if i, too, can simply walk to the top of a sky↕scraper, reach out, and then grab away a piece of them.

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unfortunately, i ... seem to have been struck with a Lazy Bug.

so, forgive me if more of my upcoming posts seem lazy.

:-D.

(i am still learning this language just like y'all are.)

next subject! (2)

nathan lane looks handsome in a goatee, doesn't he?
i'm thinking specifically of his guest appearance in Sex and The City

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white people complain about "poor people" welfare yet they gladly accept Corporate Welfare - government subsidies and tax breaks given to corporations that don't really need such discounts (including The Oil Companies)

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cats annoy me/instinctual-perpetual sniffing "territory" as if they will discover something profound

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ironically having to fix-up canned-cat food section early this week in order to be able to stock that section decently

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reset crew not using common sense when working the pet-food area - always setting only one face for items that will be directly under shelf-hang

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cute little former marine guy/truck driver for store: apparently was able to accurately discern age, wednesday morning, merely by looking at him for a few moments; person was amazed, looking as if i had somehow did something illegal to garner such information; was then asked what else i could see, merely by looking

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am envious of guys with smooth legs - trimming pubic hair a pain

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returned back to room yesterday (thursday); current local weather conditions seem to merit conversion - was compelled to wear [fatigue sweat|pants] so as to not catch a chill

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phallocentricity to the point where people assume otherwise benign objects and designs are molded after a penis when, merely, it is just a matter of coincidence that the penis looks as it does: it being a good design for liquids delivery

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last time you heard someone call his penis "thing"?

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seemed like the more open i became to sexually interacting with others the more discriminated against i became

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(no obama was not invoking a slur against palin with his lipstick comment; and even if he did, how can McCain et al feel they have any room to talk?)

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ego: i would not give my life to rescue people who *know* they should not have been hanging around town in spite of hurricane ike - they should have known better

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celebrating the drop in price of Oil/Gas too soon, were we?

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there needs to be penalties imposed upon the surviving citizens who *willfully* disregarded Evacuation Orders

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she spies!

i miss that show

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i have been compelled to invoke the term "asshole" at least 56-times a day, these past several years; people {also attempt to} insult my intelligence also at least as many times

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flaky-layered buttermilk biscuits; dill_pickle-flavoured chips

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to give Thoughts and Prayers/meaningless *and* empty sentimentality

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deathly afraid of me losing my Spelling Abilities; other people's lexiconical inadequacies being a bad influence

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Mental Illness vs. Mental Deficiency

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actually, white people don't really like other white people either; who can they tolerate?