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There’s a war on, ya morons! Shortages everywhere! There’s a shortage of sanity, of clear thought here! Hell, they’re rationing everything these days! No one will pay your ******* cab fare either, so, find your own ********* way out of this ditch! Stick your sonuvabichin’ thumb out, hike your skirt up, show those ******** some of the pink stuff. That’ll get ‘em, or maybe it won’t, who knows, who cares, who gives a circus-elephant **** Not me. I don’t give a ********* cerebral hematoma about what happens next. I just want to get out of here and see how far I can get before the radiator blows and my eyebrows are singed off. Jesus Christ in a ******* boat! Ah, **** it! I’ll see you in the morning. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications; 2016
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Everything’s Different Since We Ran Out Of Dough
There’s a war on, ya morons! Shortages everywhere! There’s a shortage of sanity, of clear thought here! Hell, they’re rationing everything these days! No one will pay your ******* cab fare either, so, find your own ********* way out of this ditch! Stick your sonuvabichin’ thumb out, hike your skirt up, show those ******** some of the pink stuff. That’ll get ‘em, or maybe it won’t, who knows, who cares, who gives a circus-elephant **** Not me. I don’t give a ********* cerebral hematoma about what happens next. I just want to get out of here and see how far I can get before the radiator blows and my eyebrows are singed off. Jesus Christ in a ******* boat! Ah, **** it! I’ll see you in the morning. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications; 2016
I'm mad about some inconsequential shit! But, I'm still mad about it!
jay-claywell
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
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