The Fantabulous Festoon of Avarice

Can we meet the deadline? Or shall we enlist the help of the National Guard in tackling the giant bee menace? What shall we do Guv'nor??!!! How shall we defeat the forces of evil whilst still making it in time for bagel boy buns on cheap Saturdays! Happy New Year guys! And yes, it does rain fish near cemeteries at night, even on Saint Augustine's birthday.

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How do we extract socks from cats? And why do teachers give us windows for entertaiment? Can lazy eye be cured, or should we continue the search for robust motor-electronics and penicillin? Or did George Washinton liberate the countdown crops already?

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Tanks are the ultimate scooter driven pleasure. They are heinous from an interior designing fairy's viewpoint, but then again, a carpenter would not take such issues into account, would he? What about the lawyer and inevitable doctor whom should get involved as well??

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Or as they say in the west, 'HAND TOWSSED pizza please!! And deliver to Jaran Berimbing, if possibre, send to my office, because there got no rock on the door!' And maybe some more.

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Kudos to my blog followers, without whom, this blog would still be possible, as I dont quite care as to whether I care as pertains whether you or any other cool, hip and intelligent blogger (terrible oxy-moron, that) reads this spiel. Which means I do not not not care. A triple negative. And they say a double negative is a no-no. Well I say 'pish-tosh' to that.

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Can a mitre ever replace a John Deere hat? Or vice versa? I would think maybe, if we were to a

ll become left wing liberals. And then some more. How about the extent to which mankind should repay red-billed woodpeckers and red-eared slider terrapins for the terrible lack of seafood which we provide them with? Ahha, betcha never thought of THAT now, did'ja?

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Could cheap thrills ever replace the serenity of a tax evasion summons? Probably. But you be the judge as regards whether Federal Operatives chasing you is comparable to some lousy playground ride. I think the answer to that would be quite obvious. Down with syndicated lemonde machines and big-time Krackers!

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