.guess i must have hit the vein, nay, a ******* artery, must have gobbled down an oyster, muscle and brains altogether, simultaneously!
i have one, only one pet peeve...
that casual mainstream media
but it's the 21st century!
i get the bollocking frizzle of
***** hair, translated into Janissary ******
what the **** are you talking
21st century, what?
we're in our infancy!
and what came prior?
you seem to forget the first half
of the 20th century,
and bulk in cultural
expropriation of other
us Poles had 100 years if liberty,
thank you very much...
we're not about to do the German
hip Berliner St. Vitus dance
magic, just yet...
pamphleteers, migrants of Florida,
bias, you name them...
and from the city i was born into...
where's the ******* metallurgy?
export of cheap labor,
originating in Spain!
how's the youth unemployment
working for the Spaniards?
good? good good...
goof ******* *****!
no say cheese in Swiss German
and show us the 42 teeth of over-perfecting
Swiss guard, up & ****!
i hate the sophistry,
loath it, baron over it...
this but it's the 21st century...
what sort of excuse is it?!
there's not excuse!
reverting back to covert
popularization of prostitution?
even the Bulgar prostitutes lie,
about being Romanian,
i never tell them,
even though the word, dobrze...
is not a romanian word...
you lie, you fry...
i'm actually fond of making
chicken hearts, and pork liver sauces...
i can work the stoves...
**** it... give me any meat,
i'll fry it... make a garlic onion sauce
out of it...
perfect fruit for smoothies...
tried it, just today,
with nein (nine) passiot fruits,
and an arithmetic for the one hand
crème fraîche replacing
milk milk milk milk...
what's the ******* excuse,
for making excuses of the 21st century
as the ******* pinnacle?
will the 22nd century look
fondly on us?
i'm only looking fondly for the death
of Lizzy II with much
anticipation, because of,
what i assume will not be the case
of Chuckles III,
rather, Georgie VII...
the 20th century passed...
what sort of excuse, in liberal terms...
is there to posit,
for keeping the Greenwich Mean Time?
the ******* excuse i've ever, ever,
it's the 21st century...
(H) (H) -
told you... without the (YW) -
a god that's a vowel catcher...
or pivot for laughter...
can't get more hebrew-philic than i.
i ******* loath the: but it's the 21st century
lost the italic lettering and the colon
from the use of bold -
well, suit up & boot up
for the transgressive pomp & circumstance,
to pride & prejudice...
god... laughing at oneself
is probably the only cure there ever will be...
but come on!
the: but it's the 21st century!
what sort of, argument, is that?
it's not like ontology begot
an x-men algebraic variation,
an exponential derivative,
a Holmes' hound of a bag of
some ******-evolutionary leap
to excuse a connection of peer-to-peer
somehow erasing the 20th
century, and ennobling a... "fresh start"
with 21 as the fore!
i might be a peasant,
and i might drink to excesses some
people would wish they could
muster a stamina for...
but please, leave the fairy tales to
hans christian andersen and their
Grimm bro. counterparts...
but it's the 21st century...
you mean the ****-up century?!