Conversations of late type (and type, you see?)
With Maus, friend, to Nick Maynard, admired and claimed to be watching, for Fed-Ex Sodexo employees recently on station.
Now let me tell you how to curse a neighborhood
You dig a hole, and put a rock in it, then cover it up with dirt.
In a forest, behind someone’s house.
Some day, a kid sticks his foot in there, and they dig him out, and vipers infest the neighborhood, then the town, then rattlesnakes come in, kill the bears, and the coyotes take over.
Now let’s explain Batman
Everyone using Batman, thinks they’re Batman, but is the Penguin, and the other character, is the sexual position, with Catwoman, unless Batman, then stop, unless Superman, then you have to say you real name in court, for rape charge
I was framed for Superman, and Lex Luthor couldn’t manage Hawkman, so I had to do Plastic Man, the French tickler, the bass guitarist
I called BS on Plastic Man, and decided to become a crime lord, using military ops to run hits on DC Comics and Disney and Capcom
I had actual personnel from ROTC and Charter units, for over a decade, before they boxed and booted me.
They were trying to get Obama elected, but everything I gave them, was sabotage.
I’m a malandrite, some Cottonmouth Kings fans put me in a goth Jewish scene with grass and beer, and now I’m a hardcore cigarette and whiskey and beer user that could’ve been a political economist as a lobby for farmland support industry, namely oil, refining, out of Chicago.
They were still trying to salvage me in college, freshman year.
I was the firm booth guy that would be in charge of sending US Marines as a bribe to a foreign country whenever an advocacy group shut down an overseas deal.
So how’s FSU, Fags Stand Unisex?
It’s British Army code, FSU, for getting a homosexual raped in prison that’s used a gun in combat in commission of a crime, by getting the homosexual rape victim to do a nurse or doctor’s report.
Fags Stand Unisex, you just got a gun user that’s faking a no guns rule, to get raped by clinical staff for being a snitch.
British Police Reserve Code: “You’ve really done it this time.” You won, real hard, and now, “chief nearly chewed my butt out”, he’s eating my ass real greasy, for more shit.
Matt Lennox, brought Jenna Williamson, to Colella’s, and I wanted to chew his butt out, I told her in front of him, good work, Lennox.
I go to the mall, in the 8th grade, to the 10th grade, with Dan Monahan, my South Korean friend, he talks to war veterans of the Korean War, they call me ‘chief’, at the restaurant, so I look at mall security and stand military, so a Latino comes over, and bumps my shoulders in a circle, so I spin him, like he’s a British pilot, “a winner is you”, he has a psychotic break, he had to save the mall as an undercover.
Royal Air code, Sir.
I wanted to be a proper royal accountant, but I got a report of “the sting”, so I had to test to see if there was a marriage trap, and I used my father’s method of God, seeing if I’ve been committed, placed in a university program, or placed in remedial education, then using the escape, the Hamas drug smuggler, to spring open the ward, a “Digger”, an Australian soldier, I deported myself to Oceania to hunt for sport.
I found the snitch, Gwenn Pratt, a cop that Salvo House, the Segram’s Test ward trusted, and passed her joints, and she hit me, and I gave her the sign of her posture ailment they had recruited her for, to teach her children to avoid it, so they could be cops, and her grandchildren could be politicians in Northampton, alongside the confinement ward, Salvo House, now a political power base.
That’s Gaza Strip #1.
The intel corridor, for the gas pass.
We’re still working with Nick Maynard, on how to get in, he volunteered to be Egypt, in “civ”, a type of marmoset.
Not “Civ”, a video game shortened prefix.
The Almighty Cartman promises victory, in exchange for his account returned for Diablo 2, from “these Arabs”, who we’re searching for.
The Lennox, Gibson, the Kazakh, “Borat”, his request, has been contacted, by family, to usurp the usurper, Matt Lennox, the Jew that stole the family title, claim, and name, from Brian Herr’s daughter, Matthew Lennox’s chosen love in Islam by his identity, through Cat Stevens, a convert of ours.
We know that Jews, tell jokes, a business jest, for an enterprise.
Unless war, we have been fooled, the business was theirs.