Here are my boring notes:
There are countless idiots playing spooks with/out the battery of my smart/cellphone plugged in. They mess with me through numbers, sounds and sights everyday. Perhaps, I need to call all of you ungrateful puss-heads out and show how demonic you have become. Sure have your fun and giggles now and forever. Eventually your “playbook” will get old and your theatrics will die like everything created by the Beast system. To Pete and pals, you and your moronic, oil contracting speculative and alphabet soup of pals can burn in a hellish void. Even today’s Cavuto got pissed off at your Satanic price gouging. You think that you are NOT demon-seeds (as a necessary evil) and that you are doing your liberal, progressive selves and the whole world “good” by taking what does NOT belong to you. Perhaps you and your pals are into animal and human sacrifices of which your ungrateful descendants will inherit through eternal death and dying as karmic repayments. Don’t include me in your crap either! Losers! Even today’s Napolitano discussed his and the public’s concern of online/network files (documents, photos via Picasa) without search warrants and without the knowledge by the users for the INVASION OF PRIVACY due to the Patriot Act/Wiretapping laws still effect. So far the rest of the trolls won’t go away from my primary weblog, which is on the list, just like my smart/cellphone number.
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When we got home, I saw a blond white girl in a pony tail walking her “hund” to her left and was headed southbound on MY long stretch of road. She’s
After we came out of the Great Mall, the stupid Flip had moved his car to the pregnancy (mother-to-be) parking lot. If he had no gasoline, he sure had enough to re-park his car. If I were his friends, I would NOT help him. He was being irresponsible for being poor and showing off in his dark-gray, two-door, rice rocket. There is a crucifix hanging in his rear-view mirror.
En route to the parking lot, I saw a white boy pull in his fake equipment, which was front of the forward facing white van. It was already parked to our left after we tried to park where the stupid Flip was located near the water fountain area/neighborhood of the Great Mall. I kept repeating: “Troll! Troll!” as the white boy walked from the vehicle and into the mall, near the Starbucks area of dairy tolerate cows who are mooing outdoors on this fine day of fluffy, puffy clouds of white.
11:25. While going counter-clockwise around the Great Mall, Paw and I intercepted Maw, who was talking with Fe and Bert. We were at the Stone Cold area at the time. It was about Rachel and her vegetative state. Again, prayers only work “spiritually”; while personal responsibility to see the doctor may be necessary for those who wish to continue living. For those who have given hope like Rachel, she continued eating like a pig at Goldilocks (since she refused to cook at home), got diabetic shock and the resulting massive heart attack and/or stroke. She’s no longer useful to drive her grand-daughter Claire. If only Caroline made a quick and decisive decision, her mother would have been with the Lord, who probably didn’t want her in heaven since the former nurse failed ACCOUNTABILITY to others by NOT taking care of herself. Bert didn’t say much afterwards and looked away while Fe talked with Maw.
We were waiting to park but a dark-skinned Filipino thug was partially parked facing forward in the handicapped lot. Paw got out and found out that the stupid guy didn’t have enough gasoline! There goes our future/generation. We should have told security/the police to fine the idiot for parking illegally in a spot that could have been ours.
1020. I saw the maroon-colored, Dodge caravan pull up in the left side of the divorced nutter’s driveway. Her garage door was still wide open. As soon as we exited our driveway, the divorced nutter was in the driver’s seat and looking into our direction. I stuck out my tongue at her and the three of us drove off to the Great Mall. Surprisingly, her white Honda, CR-V has not been parked on the left driveway since this year. She probably got a job to support two free-loaders — the one-eyed monster and his blue-eyed mother.
Addendum: That pot bellied Poi is asking for a punch into her arrogant face, which the Lord will smack down into hell fire. Her thick medicated blood will squirt out of her eyes, ears and nose. Those strange pair of over-sized, owl-like eyeglasses (she wore during that morning’s mass) won’t protect her from the incoming crash of fist smeared in her own feces. I don’t know how Elsa and others put up with stories of self-fulfilling crap that she keeps spewing from her butt, a place keeps busy by her pork-eating, blow hole of a mouth belonging to an asylum.
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Yesterday, a skinny white boy jogged southbound on MY long stretch of road. As I entered my car to re-park it from behind the MB E430 to the Mazda, he rubbed his nose with his right hand.
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