One Word

My "problem?"

MAFIA

What does a big BOOM at the Olympics have to do with Olympic Avenue in LA?
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What does STEVE HILTON have to do with the Harrahs insurance carrier?
Did my casino burn down yet?
How much is a Bic lighter?
I got money.
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FBI at the door?
Fuck 'em. 
NOT A JOKE, missouri gaming commission   get my 2008 fax?   bunch of cheap-o mobbies!
Smell smoke?
Fire!!!

Merry X-Mass & Happy New Eon

Hey Einstein bagel! More evidence of what we're not talking about?
Oh, it will be discussed. LOUD? You ain't heard nothin' yet. 
Live long and prosper, doomed mafia.

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@Let's see...AAR14-01. Did you have a nice flight? You're chopped up into itty bitty pieces because of spies and rotten intelligence community types? Your head has been severed? We'll call it to the attention of Sen. Diane's committee!!

PsychoBrewers

Your tax dollars at work sawing a drunk out of his or her vehicle. Mine were taken away, so I can't get any tickets.

I was abducted by froggy e.t.'s, and they took me to Westport Plaza, but it was 1977 and Network was showing at the theater. No? Have another drink on me A-B, and why not make up another legally actionable lie? MOST DANGEROUS DRUG OF ALL = ALCOHOL. I quit in 1989, but now I'm on a dangerous "dry drunk" that could result in being surrounded by Uncle Tom "DooleyCops." Better keep quiet and kowtow to mafia Democrats. Trouble? I've got the city cops on speed dial, baby. (The non-emergency number, dude). 911 is only for "shots fired." Not yet? 

Uninvited Guests at the White House?

Don't blame HUGHES!!! If literate, check the guest list, SS.

"Nice little police state 'ya got here. Why not criticize some Arab state?"

Blog pieces so old they smell like soldier socks. Enjoying your in~ternet cafe, girls?

Hey, I got that Dallas cricket thang going!! Cameron abusing his "selfie?"

From 11/23/13 NTSB!!

By the grace of God and the inky indigo protection of Lil Wayne, tonight I’ve seen the inside of an old St. Louis architecture home and have sworn to know the neighborhood and defend it to the best of my ability. Regarding fat cats who own a home here, sister said, “Don’t call him!” Gosh by golly, I guess I won’t. I’m told consorting with HH’s ghost is the surest route to the loony bin, and namedropping Hollywood names in St. Louis a close second, but if my family is not in that mode, some BSW* with checkboxes and a clipboard can’t be.

Let us all race to the Probate Court. Let’s not. Try that, and I may “Call the cops” on the Sheriff Department Deputies (Always wanted to do that as a MHC/QMHP). I talk to myself a lot, but probably not any more, as the air is going over my vocal cords in St. Louis and I am not jumping off the spy jungle safari bus at Cord Avenue. What was that 1960 clue from the uncles? “Don’t get off there! A lion will eat you!” I wonder if any St. Louis library has that book about LOUIS GOEBEL. I left a voice mail for the author in 2010, but he did not call back.

Did I just start my eleventh screenplay? Better call BHR!**

*Bachelor’s in Social Work

**Behavioral Health Response