Part 2 🤣 pic.twitter.com/U2yZMVuBO3
— Greg (@monkeyboy4334) August 18, 2020
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
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.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Chelcie Lynn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifM6UN8JSbs
Lord help me, I even watched part 2, as though I was powerless to stop myself from clicking. What a crazy crazy world we live in.
They have the same accent as my neighbors.
I’m looking for Rodney, too.
I keep checking my drawers but, heck, little or no Rodney to speak of.
Now, when I was 17, Rodney hung with me big and bold. An outspoken lad, you might say.
Now? A mere fingerling potato of his former sPudly self. (Get the clever pun on sTudly? Me neither.)
I tried Viagra. Rod (I call him Rod.) roused himself for a minute or two, winked at me with one eye, as if to say, “Welp, I guess that’s it, kid. We had a good run,” coughed, as cigar smokers will, rolled over and went back to sleep.
I once called him Johnson. Chipes! Couldn’t get him to stuff a sock, or Q tip, in it. On and on, if you catch my drift.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi4sOv0WKyY 2.22
Stay away from obese women
I can’t believe I watched both #1 and #2 . . . God help us. And God help Rodney.
This is something straight out of Flannery O’Connor’s Southern Gothic stories. Reminds me of our sewer cleaner guy, who could be incredibly violent with his strict sense of justice, and always treated me with profound, almost superstitious respect. Church was completely foreign to him. He had occasion to clean the sewers at our church and decided at one point to step into the sanctuary. Later he said, “Oh, I loved your church! It is dark and cool and quiet and smells nice. Just like my favorite bar!” He was dead serious.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Run Rodney
Run like the diarrhea flying violently out of my dohincter
Exhibit #1 in Rodney’s trial to prove self defense.
It has occurred to me that social media is like a truth serum. People, especially low IQ people, remove the facade and become their selves. I say, thank you for that. It is a wonderful thing when a person revels who they are especially before you become involved with them.
This woman is a genius. This is comedy gold. Lighten up. Its a joke..
Laughing my ass off.
I watched around a minute and all I have to say is
When they’re done with Rodney, send these two to Portland. Antifa won’t stand a chance.
Thinking that very thing Harry, Hey Chubarina, I saw Rodney outside the Federal Courthouse in Portland. He’s one of those guys in the black mask and helmet. I don’t know which one. Light them all up.
Chelcie Lynn doing Trailer Trash Tammie? Had me goin’ there for a minute. She’s good. Funny!
Po’ass ole Rotney, he fiddlin’ da get a asswhooping, I mean.