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I stopped boiling hot dogs... it's much easier to zap them. In this microwave age, I double charge show-offs to relax them… they'll do anything they can to keep you laughing (at them).
When the radiation is out of sight, they generally don't mind the ruckus. But I'm focused on what's hard to discuss, like opportunists educating the youth when they rode the short bus and one trick ponies running the circus.
I confess, I mean every word, and it sounds mean, but won't look mean because it's mean meaning average, next to mean meaning savage, after mean meaning presage, which can be confusing yet amusingly lavish.
Assuming you're more than okay, let's regroup.
I prefer the stupids over the stoop kids who are afraid to leave their stoop, but if we're passing out ice cream neither should get two scoops. They're not Diddy when they monetize their stupidity, so why exalt ignorance for its liquidity when hellholes need a belt, not a loop? That's inconvenient the truth.
As for me and my house I'm not toning it down, because most of these speakers move like Charlie Brown... try real hard but keep missing the ball, so I'm going door-to-door ready to brawl. I promise I'll fight all y'all... pundits and supporters, celebrities and reporters, scientists and information hoarders, idiots and enabling mothers, cousins, fathers, sisters and brothers... assuming you can read and don't write how you stutter.... step.... off.
There's still plenty of venom in snakes when you cut their head off, so when you pass the greenest grass... tread soft.