Sometimes, I don't have to say a word, but for crying out loud, Howard Hughes Jr. had 1.5 billion bucks, (now worth 49 billion if only stuffed in a mafia and/or Federal Reserve Bank sock), so when he got hassled, he slept in the desert. I, by contrast, have chosen to run for president, and sleep in the crpd park with only the clothers on my back. Nothing is going on around the Goebel? Yesterday, RICK TANAKA said:
"I'm doing alright. I still know my name."
The locals call it a "Brain Fart."
I call it "Brain-Jacked."
You're "free?"
Think again, and have a nice weekend.
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