I FOUND A PICTURE OF THE DOCTOR. I WILL SHOW HIS WIFE AND GET MONEY.

I FOUND A PICTURE OF THE DOCTOR. I WILL SHOW HIS WIFE AND GET MONEY.


HERE’S WHAT SHE WROTE TO ME:
Good day, my dear friend!
Man of my DREAM! I want and that’s it! I don’t know, don’t try to find out and don’t plan!
I am very optimistic and it’s very rare that you could find me in a bad or miserable mood and I would really like to find someone with a similar “happy” and positive personality. I enjoy greate conversations about anything and everything. I just enjoy smart and intelligent conversations regardless of the topic.Building a lasting relationship starts with a simple friendship and therefore I am really here looking for someone to build a friendship that can grow into a lasting relationship. If you are looking for the same… I am here… http://andiloveyoutoo. com/loveyou
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Nata S.
SHE SOUNDS HOT. I AM GOING TO WRITE HER AND GIVE HER MY ACCOUNT NUMBER SO SHE CAN TRANSFER MY MONEY TO HER SO SHE CAN COME FROM RUSSIA. I HEAR THEY HAVE A MAGIC PILL THAT CAN MAKE YOUR DICK BIGGER AND IS ALSO VIAGRA.
Apparently McCain is suspending his campaign to focus on the economy! Why isn’t Balack Hussein Obama doing the same? Is it Ramadan? Is the economy not important when you’re a self-indulgent libtard who went to a rich-boy school? What a joke that big-eared freak is.
What the hell is Ramadan anyway? It’s probably when the Muslims steal Christian babies and use their blood to make Matzah balls or something.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/09/24/campaign.wrap/index.html
Krusty has the perfect answer to our financial mess. By the way, the economy is not terrible. 3% GDP in the second quarter and about the same it appears in the third. That’s solid economic growth. The financial mess we’re in (hyped and skewed by reporters who have no understanding of it) is not a reflection of the overall economy. No accounts have been liquidated because of insolvencies. Saying it “is” sheds light on how little anyone actually understands. Makes great headlines in a political year. People will take a hit in 401ks. That’s risk. Shit happens. Things will come back in time. Only those who panic and sell will lose their ass. The reality is that it’s a great buying opportunity. I put my kids in cash last week, not because I’m a genius. I had a target in a stock then hit it and sold. I plan to look closely at AIG and GE. Down a ton but solid companies. I’m not pulling the trigger yet. Only pessimists shout the sky is falling. I’m no victim. What I love about conservatives is they pick themselves up and move on. They don’t sit around and wait for hurricanes to hit. Loot a bunch of stores then blame the government for not getting them out while standing on rooftops after the levies break. The guys who came to their rescue are the cajun conservatives who got their families out, then went back to help those who not only were too stupid to vote but watch the Weather Channel. Gallup poll on who would be best with the economy: Obama 48, Krustworthy 45. About a month ago Krusty was down 16 points. Tide is turning and will wash the left wing brainwashing out to sea. Love to be American this month.
I feel for you. You have a brave face while staring at certain death. Obama feels a lot like Custer at his last stand. I promise I won’t rub Obama’s certain loss in your face in January.
If she’s a “hockey mom,” she’s willing to go to blows in the stands. She’ll pull out a Dirty Harry special and put a few holes in Putin. I have complete faith in her. I remain steadfast in this decision to have Sarah Palin as my vice president. I’m wetting myself at the thought of Obama, a completely inexperienced and very easy to rattle guy, being number one on the ticket. Palin is number two. You compare an apple to a gun on this one. Krusty vs. Obama. It’s a no brainer. By the way, have you seen Biden lately? I think Obama may yank him and install Hillary. If Obama’s pride hadn’t gotten in his way, he would be up on McCain by at least 25 points. Now he’s having to kiss the Clinton’s asses to stay competitive. Makes me sick to see Obama sprint to clinton’s office and suck cock for help. Not very presidential in my eyes.
Here’s the reality. You all are prep school elitists who look down your noses at guys who attended the DeVry Universities of the world. The fact is the successful guys I know rarely attended elitist universities. You claim she has an IQ of 90. Just the ability to stand in front of 38.5M people and hit a home run speech, tells me that it hovers around 100. I know you struggle with the thought of a Harvard educated man, who is as liberal as they come, and is changing positions with the fluidity and predictability of the tides, getting hammered by a veteran who has actually serviced his country and can barely jerk off with his broken arms. McCain is Change. Palin forever. Drill baby drill. Kill wolves. Let God direct our foreign policy.
I welcome this change that really isn’t change, because I can’t stand to see Obama begging. Begging the Clinton’s for salvation.
I stalked a gal for a few days until I saw her walk out of her house. It was dark. She wore a leather jacket down past her rear. I could see the outline. Not bad. Enough for fun. A friend had mentioned her as a possibility. I called her, and we met for lunch. I had a party to attend on Friday night. She came with me. A bunch of beers into the night. She grabbed my hand and asked me to leave. We drove to my house and poured one last cocktail and sat on the couch. Not sure if I even took a sip before I ripped her clothes off. No foreplay. She loves to talk in the middle. I love it. She wants it harder. It wasn’t working. I stalled for some time. Too drunk. Fell asleep. Out cold.
At about 3am something is wrong. Code Red stands above me. She’s whimpering. Feels rejected. Fully dressed. Even wearing her overcoat. I had barely been with her. Only a couple dates. She expects what? So I’m drunk. I fall asleep. We’re far from married. Isn’t she supposed to be trying to land me? Best foot forward? The pressure. The best in bed are those who allow. They ask you to stop and try later. Code Red expects volumes. Immediately. Too much pressure.
She says she’s going to walk home. Completely outrageous. At least four miles away, and it’s bitterly cold. I jump into a pair of jeans and fleece. I told her I’ll drive her. We get to my car, and she cries harder. She asks why I don’t care. This is our first date. Can you imagine being married to this. No wonder why she’s divorced. I said flatly that she gets to make a choice. Come back to bed, or go home. She comes back to bed. I deliver a courtesy. She cuddles next to me for the remainder of the darkness.
I called her six months later on a warm sunny evening. A few scotches in. She was engaged after having known a guy for three weeks.
9/11 was Cheney’s Wet Dream
As the conservabots gather to dance on the graves of the dead, understand that the Bush administration’s top priority is, was and has always been to occupy Iraq and steal its oil. See the 1998 Project for a New American Century manfesto, which Cheney himself signed along with Don Rumsfeld and William “The Impaler” Kristol.
They wanted Iraq for many reasons, but Cheney is all about the oil. The PNAC manifesto, to take Iraq, depended on the support of the American people, but conceded that support would be difficult without “another Pearl Harbor.”
So in the fall 2001, with an illigitimate moron president at the helm, Cheney and the neocons pulled off their inside job, and have been using it ever since to justify their actions. They assumed we’d be so dumb that we’d accept the story that brown-skinned people who talk funny attacked us that day. In turn we’d accept the bombing and killing of more brown-skinned, funny talking people in Iraq.
Cocksuckers. Kristol, Rummy, Cheney. If there is a hell, it’s made for people like you.
Dance away, neocons. Dance on the graves of the 2.000 Americans who your leaders murdered that day. While you’re at it, keep dancing on the graves of the 4,000 soldiers who died in Iraq for a cause you still can’t define. And dance on the graves of the million dead Iraqis. Hope you sleep well.
This is what you dumb cunts will get with John McCain. More of this shit. Sleep well.
You are so rattled and clinging to hope that someone in the real world will read this shit you send from the internet. We all know the commercials are rooted in fact. Stretched a little, but there is fact. I harken back to Barnacle Bill and his seemingly fruitless search for a head coach. You will survive with Sarah as your VP. The sun will return in the east. The birds will sing with joy. Children will grow up to love Krusty.
The reality is Obama is under the gun and not tested. This test is nothing compared to the games we will face with Putin in the future. Krusty will stand tall to Putin. He knows the cold war. Obama looks too feminine. Putin will kick his ass. Putin knows Krusty didn’t jack off for six years while he was strung up from a pole in an NVA POW camp. Can you imagine not blowing a load for that long? I’d cave for certain. Not Krusty.
You saw the pictures of Putin in the river. He’s borderline insane. He sent a battleship to the Caribbean to run maneuvers with Hugo Chavez. He’s in talks with Cuba to reestablish ties. The guy is a major threat to this country in time. I view him as a borderline Hitler prior to invading Austria. I want a tough son of a bitch in office who will stand up to him. There’s only one candidate who has proven balls and that is Krusty.
Rest assured Putin would love a soft, borderline homosexual to face off against. Krusty would bite him and poke his eyes out. Obama would try to bullshit his way out with rhetoric.
Bottom line, it’s us against the Reds. I trust Krusty.
Its so bad. MSNBC and CNN went so far left I had to turn it. I struggled with Fox and the Weather Channel.
Obama is starting to fray. The pig comment wasn’t smart. He needs to leave her alone and let Biden go after her. Biden is out in left field. Not sure what he looks like. But maybe he corners her as some right wing creationist ushering retardation to our shores … might work.
Gergen doesn’t understand why they have Palin in a box.
AC 360 did a fact check on Palin. Here is what he came up with:
She tripled spending on special needs kids. Not cut by 60 percent. She cares about the retard.
We all know she’s full of shit on earmarks. But as long as Rove keeps shoveling this shit to southern Ohio and WalMart nation, we win. Honestly, if she’s a “maverick,” I’m a fucking queer. Doesn’t matter. The public is too stupid to tell the difference.
She never banned books from the Wasilla library but did check on some — assume it was pornography. Tough hit. Essential the skin rags pull through.
Never said to not teach darwinism but did think the creationism side should be presented to the kids. Evolution might be too much for the retard’s brain. I get it.
She thinks shooting wolves from a plane is good. Polar bears have some issues as well. Not sure what drilling has to do with polar bears. Here’s a fact I believe. Once you shoot shit, hunters want them preserved so they can continue to shoot this shit. And she loves to shoot shit. Bottom line. Global warming is not going to be prevented by 600,000 people living in AK. That wilderness is massive beyond massive. People who live there may have some play in a hundred miles max in any direction of a city. But that doesn’t scratch the surface.
If I were an ultra wealthy guy, I’d start a news service in the middle. I’d have a guy on the right, a guy on the left, and Gergen. What you see are multi righters or lefters against only one on the opposite side. AC 360 could host. He’s a fag I know, but does a good job of being in the middle.
Still haven’t heard from code red. With any luck I won’t. At this point, I’m terrified. I just had my cell go off and I didn’t answer, because I didn’t recognize the number. No message. Very hazardous.
Trig is a retard. I get that. Just not why he’s being used for political capital. Let him live his retard life without any fanfare. Shouldn’t he be allowed?
Wasn’t sure by the way things started. Out for dinner. Had a couple beers by myself. I have bad gas. Hammered the joint a couple times for fun. I love sitting silently watching people freak. Slow how the odor penetrates. A sniff. Try to hold your breath. Then they vacate. They get absolultely pissed. I could hear the comments if one or another did it and how disgusting. I doubt they know I do it.
Fortunately, Overcoat showed after the air had cleared. She had a couple friends. Rough ones. We’re sitting at the bar and Flip Flop shows up with a friend. That’s tough and I was getting tougher. First thing is to fire up a couple fast scotchies for moral support. Flip Flop sits next to me her friend runs interference for her. Overcoat is lost. I’m lost. But hard and trying to figure out how not to lose the night. I called a friend from the bathroom for advice but he’s gone. Probably sleeping with the woman to whom he’d been married before. At least I have that going for me.
Maybe it’s best that each learn that I’ve slept with the other in the last week. Let’s get it out. I actually look forward to the verbal asaault from all of them. I pull my seat back to form a semi-circle. But how to have conversation with all of them? Flip Flop is the brightest gal I’ve met. Overcoat has tits, but they’re fake.
Overcoat and her friends leave. Flip flop leaves. I ask the gay bartender for a double. Pound it. My phone rings and it’s Overcoat. This is America.