You know... I don't mean to bring meaning into sub's existence. But he did sort of introduce us. Wanna go make out at his party, mess up his couch, drink_his_beer_and_leave?
Well Frank settled down in the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.
oops...
Idiot.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash made good bloody marys kept her mouth shut most of the time.
How 'bout a drink.
And just the right time of the month for the blood, too.
One night Frank stopped at the Shell station, he got a gallon of gas drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange
Where am I? I'm sitting with a dozen square-bottomed yokels, stranded in East Stumble-Fuck, just_60_miles_from_the_dead center of Noplace with a dead Boxster S.
Say.. mister?
Now I got Gomer's cousin leanin' his gross ass-crack all over it tryin' to figure out where the flint is! I would KILL to fly Nigel out here to fix it.
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So... NO I don't find this long drive in the country as god-spankin-wonderful as you said it would be! When I get back from vacation, ho, I'm cuttin'_your_crack_allowance.
I guess he wont notice if I cut his brake cable...
Our critics seem to think that business-as-usual -- doing what was done before and nothing more -- would keep America safe...
From terrorists, he means.
Right. History instructs us that caution and complacency are not defenses of freedom: caution and complacency are a capitulation before freedom's enemies.