Hole in the Pentygon? Just cannot be an airplane, kids!
03/31/2017
Josh,
Carney & Co. –
Thanks to another government windfall that is still
not my 2006 Handcock Amendment refund, I could now afford to take a speedy
Metrolink train full of Schizophrenia/Bipolar research study ads, be killed by
a stolen .38, come back like Jesus on the Wellston platform, and then take a
loser-filled bus to Westport. There sits the Starbucks where Lohan’s Herbie producers wanted to talk, but
Bill has to play it straight and send query letters they tend to ignore. (Try
it; you won’t even get a form letter back).
The topic, however, would not be humorous because my
stalker cop captain is no delusion or joke. He needs to sit in the county jail,
and that’s not Killen’s story due to the fake CBS reporter’s card I could show
you. If I ever get my first Google box back, I could also show you the blog
piece making fun of Carney’s DWI. Try to tell if my impersonation of Post-Dispatch scribe McClellan is Bill
H. or Bill M.!
Write back; or not,
Hughes
Hail Donald!
He has almost made America great again!
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