Here's something that almost happened to me about 6 to 10 years ago give or take 6 to 10 years. I was working the day watch out of Hot Dog Division, my boss was Captain Wiener, my name's Wiener {no relative to Capt. Wiener} & I carry a bun.
   Slipping into my shorts after a long, hot shower...****! Using my special cup as catapult...Stupendous! Freeing the wacky Iraki people...Outstanding! --- It's with pig eyes what I see through.
   I dropped my pants in a dramatic gesture of boy scouting & cut one to scare off southerly attack. My nodules were hardened, my crisp zones fried toasty, my nasal cavities full of oxygen. If only ****** could be here I thought.
   Part of the problem with the government generally, the central part specifically, is their gentle, generous & forgiving nature. I never seen an official more so or special than one agent of specialty. Take the many, damage the few.
   “Help!” Yelled the frantic woman into the telephone.
“I've just been attacked by Conrad Nagel!”
   “Conrad Nagel? Are you sure?!”
   Nobody could ever be sure again. 700 Conrad
Nagel attacks later: “Help, I'm a reap victim!”
   “Who did this?!”
   “Cyrus McCormick: the reaper man!”
   --- 6 of 15 ***** agree: The anti-semitic writings of ****** bolster ****-eros. Some day I'll be appreciated for what I really am: a multi-faceted he-man. 14 agree: Lincoln's melancholia did nothing to curb his penchant for blood baths. In all the blue Earth & other violet planets of deluge there are droughts & set-backs. Cries of “a sand storm killed my mother” & “my grill friend can't get enough” {chef related} can be heard far & again.