After buying food at Valerio Bakery, we went to CVS next door to buy a graduation and 18th birthday card for someone we hardly know, a relative living back east and belonging to ungrateful parents. Trust me: It’s because of that ‘manipulative cousin dog’, a rotten egg from the beginning and way before the divorce of the parents, one of which is capable of betraying the in-laws due to strong ties with ‘blood-line’ only.
Anyway, we went to the open aisle facing the pharmacy, where the 99 cent cards were located. We then went behind this display and found the ‘her section’, where lots of cards describe ‘someone special’, which she is not (for dating a ‘white boy’) and opted for a religious version to make her stinky kinds realize ‘what a waste’ she is for trying to get in touch with ‘moi’ via FaceBook.com, an account which I deleted in just a few days after signing up due to ‘security reasons’.
And since Barack Obama keeps apologizing for the ‘imperialistic’ nature of America, the NWO is starting it’s lock down of its citizens slowly but almost imperceptibly, making the victims appear to be the lawful and abiding, not some crazed, lone gunman out on a vengeance over ‘constitutional rights’ or just for some money, whatever.
So we talked among ourselves while I joked about how we did not know the twit well enough, deserving only $50.00 ($25.00 for each event), and typical for the Flips collecting money no matter how distance. We read the pretty cards and made sure the words applies to the brat or anyone worth giving a dollar card or so. But before we decided on a religious one for $2.99, two spooks came by OUR section.
It’s always been that way, where we would be minding our own business at any store and, lo and behold, lots of spooks start swarming (or crowding a term as described in an article on gang surveillance) in and around our personal space! One tall ‘gray-haired’ guy was also looking for a girls birthday card.
Of course, my spider sense ‘tingled’ and I thought out loud to myself ‘Get me outta here!’ while looking above at the ceiling were many black-colored, spider-like camera eyes where watching anyone’s move. He came and went.
Then a few minutes later an officer from the Department of Defense (DOD) stood to my relative 9 o’clock position, looking for a girl’s birthday card. He too reached over the topmost display, although he was slightly shorter in height to me.
He word black boots, blue baggy pants and blue short-sleeve shirt. He sported the typical firearm located on his right hip as well as other stuff clipped on his black belt.
I have to go because the fleshy demons want to feed on tonight’s dinner. Bye.
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