If they don’t believe in freedom of speech that’s fine. But when they try to take if from me I will have the last word: BANG
Lance de BoyleMay 17, 2022, 11:54 AM
They are all big fat titty babies.
“Ooooo, I’m just not up to it today.”
“Me, neither. The weight of the world, etc. and so forth.”
“I dropped my all-day sucker on the floor. It (the aforementioned sucker) is ruined. RUINED, I tell you! I am bereft and inconsolable. I must take to my bed.”
Even at my advanced age, I’m pretty sure that I could punch their faces flat. Dish face syndrome.
“Oy, look out! He’s gotta fist!”
Casey KlahnMay 17, 2022, 12:31 PM
Musk either has gonads of machined steel, or he’s dumber than crackers.
I’ll keep this story short. A couple of times I wandered into certain drinking establishments in Seattle, alone. After just a handful of minutes, food and drink in hand, I could feel the hot, evil stares from shadowy corners of the room. Meeting those eyes with mine, the message came to me unspoken but plain: this establishment is for Marxists, asshole. If you stay a minute longer than necessary, you may not survive to the door.
Sounds of knives sharpening.
VanderleunMay 17, 2022, 12:49 PM
Lock and Load. Go back. Appointment discussion of Marxist values.
Casey KlahnMay 17, 2022, 1:21 PM
Ha ha. That makes me think of Chuck Norris in the U District. I’m no Chuck Norris.
Some day I’ll tell my story of The Elbow Room. No commies there, and it’s almost Russia.
ghostsniperMay 17, 2022, 1:01 PM
I don’t understand why anyone wants to have anything to do with that trash.
TwoDogsMay 17, 2022, 1:38 PM
Like you brown commie bastards can like, get fucked like. And like, good riddance to like all of you.
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Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
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Your heart will be strong
About it
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Leave it all for a while
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
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Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
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If they don’t believe in freedom of speech that’s fine. But when they try to take if from me I will have the last word: BANG
They are all big fat titty babies.
“Ooooo, I’m just not up to it today.”
“Me, neither. The weight of the world, etc. and so forth.”
“I dropped my all-day sucker on the floor. It (the aforementioned sucker) is ruined. RUINED, I tell you! I am bereft and inconsolable. I must take to my bed.”
Even at my advanced age, I’m pretty sure that I could punch their faces flat. Dish face syndrome.
“Oy, look out! He’s gotta fist!”
Musk either has gonads of machined steel, or he’s dumber than crackers.
I’ll keep this story short. A couple of times I wandered into certain drinking establishments in Seattle, alone. After just a handful of minutes, food and drink in hand, I could feel the hot, evil stares from shadowy corners of the room. Meeting those eyes with mine, the message came to me unspoken but plain: this establishment is for Marxists, asshole. If you stay a minute longer than necessary, you may not survive to the door.
Sounds of knives sharpening.
Lock and Load. Go back. Appointment discussion of Marxist values.
Ha ha. That makes me think of Chuck Norris in the U District. I’m no Chuck Norris.
Some day I’ll tell my story of The Elbow Room. No commies there, and it’s almost Russia.
I don’t understand why anyone wants to have anything to do with that trash.
Like you brown commie bastards can like, get fucked like. And like, good riddance to like all of you.
Where commie as fuck? No shit!