Oh KENNY, if I saw you in Columbia, Missouri at the Rise Up Bakery with two spygirls laughing at you way back in 2005, your ass is never getting out of jail, no matter how much you suck-up to "CHUCK WAGON," whoever he is, or act nice to "MICHELLE," who is not mentally ill, and does not like her name said out loud in the GOEBEL SENIOR ADULT CENTER COMPUTER LAB. BTW, so fired FBI, why does "DOUG" respond to what I'm typing with his feak-boy idiot giggle from the Social Lobby Area? Now, I hear them babbling their favorite word--"crazy." Nope, just caught by me terrorists. Did Howard do this crap? Oh, that's right, he was the real version of JAMES BOND, and you twits are literally "insanely jealous."
When will they get it? NO CRIMES, NO SPYING, NO BLACKMAIL WORTHY MATERIAL. May I run for president now, 1000 Oaks crazies? I promise to bunker-bust whatever is underground by the Friday night homeless dinner, but not without proper authorization. I see how "they" created the "new me" Fast food cook? Comes in handy. Janitors, I know your ways, because I was one (a trasher, duster, phone cleaner (ha, ha!), And, as for da judge saying, "Sit up here and do your work." [On the bench, sir. Maybe he was talking "spy code," but I doubt it. He simply liked me, even if your spying, drug dealing, meth-laced brain does not].
SPENCER ALLEN (Saint Louis, Missouri TV newsman in the 1960's).
SPENCER LANES (A bowling alley in Saint Louis, Missouri).
SPENCER'S GIFTS (A store. Where? Am I female? No).
SUE SPENCER (A hottie who lived off-campus in Saint Charles, Missouri, and is now a "missing" Facebook Friend. Oh, that Lindenwood! The "Lions," eh?)
SPENCER'S BROWN BAG (A restaurant in Saint Louis, Missouri. The last time I dined there, my lunch partner accused me of being "nuts," the food took too long, and don't you hate it when one of your favorite spygirls is busy setting up U.S. Army "Captain Flagg's" who wear sunglasses indoors, so you just can't say, "Hi, how 'ya been?" Even I knew that. Later, to make this summary longer, I tried to scare my accuser by driving, as S. Showalter had alleged, "Kinda crazy" in my, per my old FRANKLIN SPECIALISTS mechanic, "Racecar"--the wrecked, but per a Google satellite, revived by mafias 1992 NISSAN 240SX. I succeeded in scaring him on I-44, after he drove away from many Saint Louis Cardinal games like a nut, which is what he is, not me.
SPENCER TRACY & HEPBURN: That's not his real name, is it? How come Howard had Katherine out in Santa Monica Bay jumping off his airplane wing naked? Me? Humanoids were marching in columns, which I thought odd. The beachfront park was mysteriously closed, but a female deputy moved a sawhorse and allwed me in to see more evidence of the USA's "mess." I fled to a--where else?--donut shop of the outskirts of town, where a gray old Watergate Spook sat at the counter with his grandson, and probably thought, "Hughes 4.0 is now on his job."
SPENCER FOR HIRE: I am not going to http://www.imdb.com/ to once again find out I may just own a studio besides mafia man's RKO--still making mediocre films, like Howie's. Hells Angels was good. The Front Page? He was the producer, not director, Ding-Dong, and grandma made me watch that one, too. "J.R" got shot, eh? I said, "Gayle why in the f*** are you watching Dallas?" The "Soup Nazi?" Want a new Holocaust? (and, I've been messed-with so bad, Mr. Liberal, I am almost not joking). What is this "Jerry Problem" I have, and you know who you are. "Ed?" I am happy to report for distinctly political reasons, my Ed's are alway O.K. kinda guys.
It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World? Get the DVD, drugboy/thugboy/MafiaMan. Where's the M-O-N-E-Y, sir? Under trees shaped like...what? That would be a.....
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