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And up ahead was Pittsburgh where I could spend the entirety of my day being gay and fun-loving and fun-lovingly gay in the presence of normal people, my people, people who appreciate normality and normalcy and normalness.
Nig McPeters attended college to become the richest man in southwest Ohio. "One day I'll own the citizens of this part of Ohio like an ex-lesbian nurse with a large ****** owns boxes of paper face masks that don't do anything," he told his worst friend, Sheila Henderson who was so beautiful that many ex-lesbians were willing to forget everything they knew about ex-lesbianism to possess her for just 1 wild night of ex-lesbian passion.
CRAZY TAMMY CHEATS ON GORDON - "Oh Gordon," Tammy began, "I thought you were deeply in love with me? The way you painted my house; lifted my fat sister high above your head; punched my mother to make her stop breathing and then punched her again to make her start."
   Gordon looked astonished and amazingly **** with his long ***** and urbane mannerisms. "I'm going away Tammy to a *****-shortening clinic in another country."
   "Oh no Gordy! Please don't have your ***** shortened! I love it so much. It brings such comfort to me," Tammy sobbed while her medium-big ******* hardened like crazy.
   "Listen Tammy: my ***** is too long. Admit it. Two weeks ago a woman with a hairy crotch threatened me with birth-control pills for ten minutes. Ten minutes!"
   Tammy turned away ashamed. "That was me Gordy. I was wearing a fake crotch wig to fool you."
   Gordon chuckled at that. "Here," he said while offering his ***** to her selflessly, "take my *****. Grip it firmly. I promise that I won't have it shortened."
   That August Tammy had a baby who was so black that Gordon suspected that she'd been ******* Negroes and he was right.
SUDDENLY Nig McPeters took the wig off his dead mother's head and threw it out the bus window. The passengers were shocked because the bus was struck by lightning. "This is God's doing!" Nig exclaimed as large gerbils attacked his ****** with the ferocity and ferociousness of 23 billion clones of Richard Gere. Later on, after several years had gone by, Nig became the wealthiest man ever to exist anywhere after stealing 12 trillion winning lottery tickets. "You are blessed by God," Nig's ex-lesbian neighbor and lover said 7 months before her ****** exploded from a hand grenade hidden in the rear part of her bikini *******.
12h · 16
[every 3 weeks]
When I was attending college as a young student before I became a billionaire, I often wore mismatched socks to important sock conventions that my college hosted every 3 weeks. One day, as I was rubbing termites into the ground, a famous sock executive approached me with a switch-blade knife. "Give me a billion dollars or I'll knife you!" He threatened. "I'm not a billionaire yet, *******," I replied confidently like I was Mister Big ****.
Kamala F. Harris, with Oprah, vowed to fight crippled children in Africa (or wherever they're hiding). "We'll sniff the little buggers out," Oprah snarled as her big fat *** wobbled hypnotically causing Gayle King's urinary bladder to leak for 20 seconds.
๐‹๐ž ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง
๐Œ ๐‚๐‚ ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ
๐‡๐š ๐‘๐‘ ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
๐’๐ญ๐š ๐‘๐‘
1d · 31
Theodore Dreiser
Lynching the Black Male Body in Theodore Dreiserโ€™s โ€œ****** Jeffโ€: Did He โ€œGet it all inโ€?
Patricia D. Hopkins , Roark Mulligan
American Literary Realism
University of Illinois Press
Volume 45, Number 3, Spring 2013
pp. 229-247  

A race without a country, a people without a national ideal. We laugh at their humor. We build up fiction out of their quaint wisdom. We hang and burn them when they interfere with our women. โ€”Theodore Dreiser

In January 1894, as a journalist for the St. Louis Republic, Theodore Dreiser witnessed and reported the lynching of John Buckner in Valley Park, Missouri, a suburb of St. Louis. A year or two later, he wrote a fictional narrative based on the Buckner case. This story titled โ€œA Victim of Justiceโ€ may have been the authorโ€™s earliest attempt at fiction, but it was never published. In 1899, encouraged by his friend Arthur Henry, Dreiser wrote four short stories that were published, and one of these was another retelling of the Buckner lynching titled โ€œ****** Jeff.โ€ The story first appeared in Ainsleeโ€™s magazine (1901). Then in 1918 Dreiser significantly revised โ€œ****** Jeffโ€ for publication in his collection Free and Other Stories. In other words, including two 1894 articles for the St. Louis Republic, Dreiser over a twenty-four-year period when lynching was a national epidemic wrote five accounts based on the Buckner case, yet these narratives, their similarities and differences, have never been fully analyzed. Many factors have contributed to this neglect. First, the 1918 short story โ€œ****** Jeffโ€ is the only version readily available to scholars, and it is seldom republished because the title has proven an embarrassment, preventing editors from anthologizing the work. Second, until recently critics have mistakenly assumed that the narratives were based on an unknown lynching or on the Red Hill, Missouri, lynching of William Jackson, a case that differed so drastically from Dreiserโ€™s short stories that a comparison was meaningless. Without knowing the lynching on which the stories were based and without examining the various versions, both non-fiction and fiction over a twenty-four year period, a full analysis of the narrativeโ€™s cultural significance is impossible. Further, without knowing what Dreiser decided to leave in or leave out of each version, we have no way of evaluating whether or not Dreiser lived up to his incipient artistโ€™s maxim in the 1918 version: โ€œIโ€™ll get it all in!โ€
Kick gangster- and homie-*** the easy way! Do you deplore violence?
Me too. But when a homie comes all up in your face, you got to
take him out and the easiest way is with ghetto-adapted Kung
Fu. Now (and till later), I'm offering free Kung Fu lessons in
Motel 6 by I-95 (room 27 where Big Bob & Tina were stay-
ing). Come early and receive a free demonstration!
Turn your pet raccoon into a fanciful fur hat and a delicious
meal! For just 8 dollars I will skin and prepare your pet
for a share of the meat and pelt. I'm not crazy. I love
raccoon-meat a lot. My father's dead and I have
"daddy issues." Please help! Time is short.
I'm having a baby in 5 years. What
kind? Probably human.
WIKI:
David Rice Atchison (August 11, 1807 โ€“ January 26, 1886) was a mid-19th-century Democratic[1] United States Senator from Missouri.[1] He served as president pro tempore of the United States Senate for six years.[2] Atchison served as a major general in the Missouri State Militia in 1838 during Missouri's Mormon War and as a Confederate brigadier general during the American Civil War under Major General Sterling Price in the Missouri Home Guard. Some of Atchison's associates claimed that for 24 hoursโ€”Sunday, March 4, 1849, through noon on Mondayโ€”he may have been acting president of the United States. This belief, however, is dismissed by most scholars.[2][3]

๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž-๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ฒ
Inauguration Dayโ€”March 4โ€”fell on a Sunday in 1849, and so president-elect Zachary Taylor did not take the presidential oath of office until the next day out of religious concerns. Even so, the term of the outgoing president, James K. Polk, ended at noon on March 4. On March 2, outgoing vice president George M. Dallas relinquished his position as president of the Senate. Congress had previously chosen Atchison as president pro tempore. In 1849, according to the Presidential Succession Act of 1792, the Senate president pro tempore immediately followed the vice president in the presidential line of succession. As Dallas's term also ended at noon on the 4th, and as neither Taylor nor vice president-elect Millard Fillmore had been sworn into office on that day, it was claimed by some of Atchison's friends and colleagues that from March 4โ€“5, 1849, Atchison was acting president of the United States.[21][22]

Historians, constitutional scholars, and biographers dismiss the claim. They point out that Atchison's Senate term had also ended on March 4.[3] When the Senate of the new Congress convened on March 5 to allow new senators and the new vice president to take the oath of office, the secretary of the Senate called members to order, as the Senate had no president pro tempore.[21] Although an incoming president must take the oath of office before any official acts, the prevailing view is that presidential succession does not depend on the oath.[3] Even supposing that an oath was necessary, Atchison never took it, so he was no more the president than Taylor.[3]

In September 1872, Atchison, who never himself claimed that he was technically president,[3] told a reporter for the Plattsburg Lever:

It was in this way: Polk went out of office on March 3, 1849, on Saturday at 12 noon. The next day, the 4th, occurring on Sunday, Gen. Taylor was not inaugurated. He was not inaugurated till Monday, the 5th, at 12 noon. It was then canvassed among Senators whether there was an interregnum (a time during which a country lacks a government). It was plain that there was either an interregnum or I was the President of the United States being chairman of the Senate, having succeeded Judge Mangum of North Carolina. The judge waked me up at 3 o'clock in the morning and said jocularly that as I was President of the United States he wanted me to appoint him as secretary of state. I made no pretense to the office, but if I was entitled in it I had one boast to make, that not a woman or a child shed a tear on account of my removing any one from office during my incumbency of the place. A great many such questions are liable to arise under our form of government.[23]
On Mount Washington proto-Pittsburghers were drunk on Iron City Beer. Negroes laughed at them and made funny faces like they were in Africa. Rocks were thrown and windows were smashed into a million sherds. Large women who looked like Rosie O'Donnell knelt before a statue of Fred Pittsburgh (Pittsburgh's founder) and threw up slimy chunks of cottage cheese. It was sickening.
EVERYTHING PLUS OTHER THINGS - I feel pre-teenish with you, like my knees are on backwards. I feel the creeping-passion that creeps feel when they're expressing their feelings in public with breast pumps. I feel lots of stuff: the stuffing in your top; the pull-back strap in your bottoms. It's like a broken bottle in a sand box or a fake arm on a statue these passion-free feelings I hide from you when you're wrecked-up in a broken ball on a gurney. Please never eat cheese without me again.
This appeals to me: the killing, and the enjailing. I want to **** a biker. I want to go to jail. I want to **** a biker in jail! ****! ****! ****! Bike! Bike! Bike! The thrill of the **** โ€” the like of the bike! One day killing a biker will impress women. One day killing women will impress a biker at least till you **** him. When a biker dies we all win. Killing a biker supports education! Since 1988 no biker has been killed in vain. Bikers aspire to be guilt-ridden, accusatory, short-sighted, dogmatic, apathetic & infra-red. Genuine privacy, as once we enjoyed in phone booths, airports, public toilets, railway & bus terminals is becoming a thing of the past. Shall we not endeavor, like the Buddha, to be thrifty, spend thrifty, frugal, cost-effective, economical and miserly? Get ready dumb ***** to learn from Timmy's mistake!
   Timmy's father was in jail and his mother was an alcoholic. He smoked *** and shoplifted and traded the stuff he shoplifted for ***. He also was disrespectful to our brave policemen who have taken blood-oaths to serve fraternal orders and to our brave veterans who have killed millions of blood-thirsty, machine-gun-wielding Arab children, mothers and senile men. One day Timmy found a gun. It was loaded and so was Timmy: loaded with hatred! The gun was evil just like arsenic. Timmy knew what to do: ****! **** the producers: the foes of Marxian collectivism. Timmy was a product of Vietnamese produce & meat products, some decayed, others shot up with hormones.
2d · 22
๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™š๐™ญ๐™ฎ, ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š-๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™˜๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™œ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š-๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ ๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™– ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฅ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™– ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™– ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ง๐™š๐™˜๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ.
๐™”๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™จ๐™š๐™ญ๐™ฎ, ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š-๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™˜๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ก๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™œ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š-๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ ๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™– ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฅ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™– ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™– ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ง๐™š๐™˜๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ.

THE ADVANTAGES OF STORING FOOD IN YOUR STOMACH
(1) Easy accessibility. It only takes 1 finger pushed down your
throat to trigger the gag reflex. (2) Fun. It's fun to puke up food.
(3) Prestige. If your employer is willing to pay you to *****
on demand then finding women to sleep
with you will be a piece of cake.
Betty White (January 17, 1922 โ€“ December 31, 2021) ate live turtles and toads to maintain "mega-strength." Her sister, who was 78% Italian and 56% non-Italian, often chided Betty for her live turtle/toad diet. 1 day, as Betty was pulling her thong out of where thong bikini bottoms wanna go, a strange man approached her from an unlicensed live turtle-meat corporation. Betty was so hungry that she quickly ate the poor ******* raw to gain additional "mega-strength."
WITH MUNG BEANS

I've always hated my uncle and planned for years "to get even with him." 1 day, as I was loading 50-pound sacks of mung beans into my Ferrari, I hatched a plan to knock him insensate with a sack of mung beans suspended 15 feet above his hammock. Everything went accordingly and he was knocked unconscious. There was blood everywhere.
JOE BIDEN TOOK 10 TESTS PER DAY FOR 8 MONTHS TO PROVE THAT HE'S NOT SENILE (not even a little bit). Jill was there and so was Hunter, each of them witnessed how well Joe did. He answered all of the questions with ease. He's very sharp, like a spinal surgeon or a Subaru mechanic.
A little bit. When was the last time you saw him? A little while
ago. You were in the front of the jet plane? Yes. And where
was Tom? He was sitting mid-jet. Now cut that out!!!
7d · 35
Pfizer
CBC News. Pfizer to Pay $142M for Drug Fraud. Retrieved April 9, 2010. < http://www.cbc.ca/health/story/2010/03/25/gabapentin-ubc.html?ref=rss>

Tough on Crime? Pfizer and the CIHR
Robert G Evans
Copyright and License information
PMCID: PMC2875889  PMID: 21532766
Abstract
The appointment of Dr. Bernard Prigent, vice-president and medical director of Pfizer Canada, to the Governing Council of the Canadian Institutes of Health Research, outraged many Canadian health researchers. Pfizer has been a โ€œhabitual offender,โ€ persistently engaging in illegal and corrupt marketing practices, bribing physicians and suppressing adverse trial results. Since 2002 the company and its subsidiaries have been assessed $3 billion in criminal convictions, civil penalties and jury awards. The $2.3-billion settlement in September 2009 โ€“ a month before Dr. Prigent's appointment โ€“ set a new record for both criminal fines and total penalties. A link with Pfizer might well advance the commercialization of Canadian research โ€“ unhindered by law or morality. Is that now the only mandate, Dr. Beaudet?
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