Remember when Bill Schmalfeldt said:
Oh wait. He deleted it from the Internet. My bad.
January 17, huh?
Is that 2016 or 2015?
And does it matter? Other than to show that DUMBFUCK is a) incapable of learning or b) REALLY, REALLY COMPLETELY incapable of learning?
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I’ll go with B.
The critter spends tons of electrons telling the world that he either can’t travel or he can but it will likely kill him because it’s too cold out or he’ll slip or he won’t have his little life alert button which will magically prevent any harm from befalling him.
He then moves, by himself with only some help from Amtrak (the same way my elderly parents get help from Amtrak and the various airlines when they travel) nearly half way across the country, and goes on an overnight jaunt to Chicago away from the safety of his magic button. He also tells SAs that he’ll be more than happy to return to testify in the Forged Letter Caper (speaking of which, what ever happened to that? Is gm still on the run?). But when asked to make the a slightly shorter trip than the FLC would necessitate, it’s suddenly going to kill him again?
Of course anyone else who doesn’t show up to a court hearing is called a coward, long before the hearing and any indication of whether or not they’ll show, or if the case will even survive long enough for the hearing. But when he bravely ran away from Patrick Grady, that wasn’t cowardice, oh no. Not sure what it was, but it wasn’t being a cowardly puppy hiding under the porch.
Wow, I’m cranky this afternoon. 🙂
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Still on the run. Today I was working on the getaway/TEOTWAKI vehicle. Unfortunately, due to the joint idiocy of GM (company, not me) and parts stores, I’m unprepared if the zombie apocalypse or the popo arrive before Monday night.
Dude. You are so SCREWED! I’ll send you cigarettes in jail.
See if you can get some from overseas. The ones marked FSC in the US are awful.
Have an idea for a story. How best to tell you?
Dementia-addled DUMBF5CK is dementia-addled.
Self-humiliating and self-described Happy My Wife Died woo hoo TheMerryWidower typed a post admitting that its word couldn’t be relied on because of dementia that would only get worse as time passed. In January, it will be two years of further mental deterioration since the blathering buffoon typed that post.
“Blathering baboon” shows you advancing to very high levels of consonance.
But I want to encourage you that you can actually achieve your black blazon of assonance with just a bit more effort. I am counting on you to render the modern saga of Witless Willie and his band in the ancient alliterative verse of four stresses with the same brilliance as the Germanic skalds and the Pearl Poet.
Billshit bode in the blithering burg
Of buffoonish baboons, who blithely accepted
Fables fantastic from the forger convicted
Of scarfing down seals of presidents or senidents
While blowing up bleachers with bags filled with Tovex
To fling into his paws any flighty, flirty,
Any wayward, winsome, wanton Brownie,
Or mayhap any Cub Scout coyly craving
A pissing whale weakly wailing
Dark dooms of desolation and death.
Jane, I have started this modern saga in the ancient form for you. Anyone should feel free to suggest any improvenent.ask about opportunities to implementation tIt is in our blood that ancient poetry of four feet and alliteration. It sings of monsters, lust, and ultimate victory for the brave.
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Damn. I am sleepy. Editing incomplete. Apologies.
Brilliant. I wouldn’t even try to improve on it.
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