This mash up is almost like mixing salted butter with unsalted butter, or unsalted butter with salt. There’s a point I’m trying to make, but it’s hard to think straight in this post-Mueller report America.
And now, a mash up.
Face front with this fact! A chimpanzee wrote the original draft of Iron Man III.
Chester was lost in thought, examining his long hands, which are far superior to the primitive humans. He was contemplating the existence of microscopic civilizations in his hairy knuckles. For some reason, he was placed in a sterile room with five other hairy primates and six typewriters. They were being monitored through a window by a dozen humans wearing lab coats.
I had dinner the other night with a North Korean couple, I was surprised to learn that dog tastes nothing like chicken. Illustration ©1992 Jay Lynch
Hey humes, sorry for the lapse, but sometimes a cat has to lay low, something about hate gambling against a certain New England Patriots in the Super Bowl. Now that the asshole is out of the bag, as in Robert Kraft requesting a jury trial instead of admitting guilt to two counts of soliciting prostitution. There is allegedly video to support his engagement with hookers. This is rich white man logic. As a neuter survivor, I feel it is within my rights to say, Neuter that son of a bitch Kraft! It’s time for equal time for the crime regardless of how much money you have. But I know how your broken society works. In one ear, a vacuous nod, out the other, a hand reaches out until it is filled with money. If the hand remains empty, the poorest person goes to jail for a very long time. Sucks to be you, right?
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To a smoker, a potential cigarette. To the same smoker without the use of hands, worthless.
Painstakingly, due to recent broken knuckles and in general, hand, Jeff Stillwell rolled the worst cigarette ever. In fact, the cigarette was as gnarled as his newly demented fingers, nonetheless, it dangled on his bottom cracked dry lip, while strands of tobacco fell. He would soon discover that lighting the cigarette was impossible without the aid of healthy thumbs. The growing frustration was maddening. Upon deeper meditation, he thought this might be a good time to finally quit smoking.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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