A Skunk with feathers? Danged right...thoughts and musings of just such a skunk, one that learned how to type, conjugate verbiage and communicate thought processes easier than lifting the tail to scatter the opposition. It doesn't always work with 419 email scammers or the pathetically politically correct (which readers will find I ain't). For them, the tail gets lifted, and they get sprayed. *DISCLAIMER*: sometimes, it doesn't pay to drink or eat while reading this h'yar. Just sayin'...
What you see...is what I posted.
And yes, I don't care what the nincompoop of a mayor of nyc thinks about anything.
Especially his psycho spawn.
So sit back and enjoy the following....or don Depends in case you're the 'easily triggered' type:
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posted by Skunkfeathers at 00:26
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In da woids of Popeye, "I yam what I yam". Personally, I hate yams, but I digress (often)...I take life as it comes, put a little milk on it, and give it to my pet rock, 'cuz I hate that cereal. Ack...I write. About email scams, my own misadventures, and about my view of life in general. My pet rock, Seymour, yawns continuously...
2 Comments:
Great stuff as always.
Love them all.
Have a fabulous day, Mike. My best to Seymour and Element. 😎
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