Month: November 2015

Hey! We love the new hairstyle of Megyn Kelly! Mom said she looked like a model. Her facial shape is appropriate for that hairstyle. Plus, Megyn can wear hooped-earrings. I already shorn my hairstyle like a military gal because I needed a short hairstyle to deal with my flaky attitude, err, dandruff problem. Unfortunately, my butter-face is best kept hidden behind a medium length hair. But those style are difficult for me to maintain because I just don’t have the time or skills or patience to make my thick, heavy, frizzy hair behave.

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Watching Republican debate on LIVE FOX BUSINESS NEWS.

The questions are well-disciplined and fair as queried by the apparent background of the moderators:

Trish Reagan Fox Business.
Gerald Seib, The Wall Business Journal.
Sandra Smith.

1641: Bad Jindal! He criticized the moderator. Earlier, he criticized Christie.

Mom said Jindal is very dangerous and his eyes look hostile. Hehe. She said to stop giving welfare money to welfare recipients.

Once again, all these reptilians are highly intelligent and more than capable of handling situations. But only one cool messenger can become the next presidential service provider.

I challenge y’all to see if and how y’all can fix the broken system by first getting rid the crazy bitch-ass next door neighbor, whose two adult children and her are living on taxpayers monies.

Huh. Uh. Fix it, now! Fakers!

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Dear Lawd Gawd,

Please kill me now! Mutha Fucka rebuked my bad attitude again. I can home frustrated that my scanning projects go interrupted!

After attending noontime mass, missing the Benediction, handing Gloria (the full-fledged Chinese woman, who can speak our Filipino language) one heavy plastic bag of Dad’s persimmon fruits, depositing claims checks for both recipients, filling five gallons of water, and returning home, I answered Mutha Fucka with snappy hostile answers, a la Evil Kitty style.

She went on to say that no matter how naughty Das Squirrel behaves, he is still part of the family. So I forced myself to send him a couple of text messages from my smartphone. He hasn’t replied yet and probably due to hurt feelings again from past years of hurt feelings.

Anyway, I think Jono didn’t bother to click the link referencing the original blog poster’s publication that linked alleged copyrighted images made by Jono and contact that blogger instead.

Dad got in the bandwagon and called me hateful and whatever else be passed into his genetic material.

For example, over breakfast last Friday, Mutha Fucka ranted about have her SOB (or shortness of breath) while going upstairs. Dad could only reply: I DON’T HATE YOU. I explained to the swollen one that is the entity’s way of stopping short from saying the word LOVE.

But the Mutha Fucka and her Das Squirrel refuse to believe in my weird theory.

With lots of hateful resentment against swollen humanz,

Evil Kitty

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If it’s true about U.S. Trident missile over Disneyland, California USA, over the weekend, then this morning’s thunder is disguised as these loud-ass missiles around the San Francisco Bay Area.

Mark 0900, 0906, 0911, 0912, with the last reading lasting around twenty seconds, followed by another four seconds of rolling thunder.

Mark 0917 now. The sound would lasts at least ten seconds. The rains started to fall around 0900.

If there is an undeclared war been the United States and China, see y’all on the other side! Death to America! Death to Native species and pals. Sheesh.

Thanks for the rain, too, chumps!

Addendum: Mark one second prior to 0920, we have second mini brown-out. I had to turn off the old 1976 Sony television monitor to avoid frying it’s very OLD components.

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