Newt is "surging"--in his own mind.
And now, another true story I am not being paid to tell. Communist! No, you twit - "Conservative Democrat," and shut your trap about my hair.
<BEGIN STORY>
I remember. The snowplows were outside rattling the windows at the writer's clock-in time of 5 a.m. or so. I said, in my NH Big Brother House, "I guess they want that blog piece up." (Via a Saint Louis, Missouri Mom & Pop Internet dial-up service). It went up pronto. The story was a kid in a Chicago hotel room meeting HH for the one and only time. But no!
"We" thank Bob M. for for wearing that London Fog with the belt hanging down. St. Stan's/Stan's donuts? I don't like that part of the Mass. A "sign of peace?" In the pew in front of me. To my left. Six foot four. Fedora is in "OFF" position. Long white hair. Beard like mine. London Fog coat. Open, no tie. Coat belt hanging down. He extended his hand. I shook it. It was grandpa.
I looked over at his wife, my grandmother Helen, to my right. She was grabbing the pew in front of us with both hands and grinning. To her, Howard Hughes said, "Peace be with you."
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*When? Got some cash? Running for president is expensive.
**Who was in that "foreign job" helicopter headed North? Not a fire chopper. Not a news chopper. Not a National Guard helicopter. Not U.S. Navy. Not that best-selling competitor's. [He knows how to fly one, and has gas money]
***U.S. Army meets U.K. Navy? What treachery awaits?
WH Dog Name: "Flaps"
WH Cat Name: "Ginger 2.0"
May I travel to Iowa now?
<BEGIN STORY>
I remember. The snowplows were outside rattling the windows at the writer's clock-in time of 5 a.m. or so. I said, in my NH Big Brother House, "I guess they want that blog piece up." (Via a Saint Louis, Missouri Mom & Pop Internet dial-up service). It went up pronto. The story was a kid in a Chicago hotel room meeting HH for the one and only time. But no!
"We" thank Bob M. for for wearing that London Fog with the belt hanging down. St. Stan's/Stan's donuts? I don't like that part of the Mass. A "sign of peace?" In the pew in front of me. To my left. Six foot four. Fedora is in "OFF" position. Long white hair. Beard like mine. London Fog coat. Open, no tie. Coat belt hanging down. He extended his hand. I shook it. It was grandpa.
I looked over at his wife, my grandmother Helen, to my right. She was grabbing the pew in front of us with both hands and grinning. To her, Howard Hughes said, "Peace be with you."
<END STORY>
*When? Got some cash? Running for president is expensive.
**Who was in that "foreign job" helicopter headed North? Not a fire chopper. Not a news chopper. Not a National Guard helicopter. Not U.S. Navy. Not that best-selling competitor's. [He knows how to fly one, and has gas money]
***U.S. Army meets U.K. Navy? What treachery awaits?
WH Dog Name: "Flaps"
WH Cat Name: "Ginger 2.0"
May I travel to Iowa now?
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