One would think our best has yet come and gone, and we were too busy to realize it, but some, like those Dixie boys, say "we gonna do it again". Or like Meatwad, "oh crap, I done did it again."
Watching Trump hump the furniture legs while the clock counted-off our "wonder years".
You never would'a thought, we'd'a got it together again. CDB. Gooks cussin' at the GI from across the way. "Who's in charge here?" "You." "That explains this entire mess!" Drop a payload of ordinance on the whole delta quadrant, then let the brass sit back and watch the mushroom on sat-com.
America, you cheap bitch.
Roll over one more time, love.
Orange furbaby scraping at the kickplate, trying to will the door open. I ain't no shellshocked! The tableaux with the scented candles and the liquor-store burglar "natural shade" nylons. An empty aluminum beer can dug into one ass cheek, and a cheese puff in the other, one that Mil picks off and eats, nevermind the sweat, the acne craters.
Its like butter on bread after all, her musk.
Arise, Mil Nombres: Amerikansas needeth you!
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