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Italian politicians allege Donald Trump Jr.'s hunting party killed a protected duck *^ the orange/with white wings-black tips.

Despite Trump’s full-throttle push to “unleash” U.S. energy, Permian oil producers are keeping their foot on the brakes. At a Houston conference this week, energy executives made it clear that while production is still growing, the breakneck pace of the past decade is history.

lager and necco wafers. i regret nothing...currently.

is currently looking into the mystery behind "why so many bans from seaworld?"

ok....damnit,....***time out*** why can't a hempolysynthwax thing be made TOOOO make disposable mini 'water vases' -- up to 3g length of use...and toss. in the wax is wild flower seeds...or hemp seeds.... but seeds and biodegradable.. you're fucking welcome!!! I get 20% for JUST now coming up with this shit...AND typing it out.. ** screen shot for licensing and copyright purposes**

was there when 'deep throat' came out of the shadows

get a grant writer, if you don't already have one. the private sector. i'm not saying don't apply for the fed./state grants, just know that comes with obvious eyes on all ....big brother and all that jazz. ESPECIALLY NOW. everyone that's been watching knows. i'm trying, my very damndest to get through this book, but, like yesterday, we had a dinner plate fundraiser/cooking all day, and some of the day prior. and that will be a monthly thing...but i digress. i'm currently trying to compose a solicitation to the city council for approval for fruit trees, and a community garden, in the couny seat... but i digress. if musky musk and the funky bunch can take the bull in a china shop approach: break shit to get through, then fix it. then so can i...

goes into lengthy length....just to find out shit didn't work.

likes to play the nose flute, but has been trying a technique on playing the oboe....with his ass.

nope. i'm glad you asked..... lurking is fun.

fair enough. but in my case, i'm plenty scared. i posted somewhere...probably the musky thread, but my acces to my v.a. information has been halted. there is no reason for that to be the case. i've been using the new/required login (login.gov) for over 3months, an just as recently as 2 weeks ago, where i requested my last optic exam, so i can pay for some more, now, [...and this is odd,] i never recieved an email saying they got the secure message. i went back (2 weeks ago) and there was no sign of a message, or any past messages, for that matter. yesterday i get a letter with the information, again, a message would have been sent through the system, letting me know why i'm getting a hard copy. glitch? maybe , but then i read that musky musk and his funky bunch has everyone's info, and they've able to hack into the current server, and recode the $$ routings systems, which includes....you guessed it, my pay. it's ok, i'm prepared, i've been prepared, since the felon was placed on his throne. so you call it fearmongery (which if i had even just 100's of 1000's of $$ in an account, i would do some drastic changes. sometimes it's better to allow the person to rant that fear, then try to explain...cordially, what steps would be better to take. how's the beer garden?

not everybody. i've been fighting it since november. there are so many things you can do....just in your own community. don't have to curb stomp. don't have to yell and scream. sometimes, just making sure someone has a meal and shoes and a jacket, is enough to piss off the absolute right kind of fascist. and i'm just getting started. i'm not tooting my own horn, i'm saying enough bitching is enough. time for action. time to be useful. iono...try it.

spaghetti

because they are. smoke and mirrors, boys and girls, and people that try to tell folks 'don't worry. you worry too much.'

term limits

why such an obtuse statement? people are concerned, and righfully so, and no matter how they take matters into their own hands..is up to them. very disapoint [OPed] And so USAID seems destined to be dismantled, with maybe a few remnants transferred to the State Department. No matter that the agency was created, and is funded, by Congress; no matter that its destruction without congressional consent is illegal; no matter that legislators stood outside the doors in protest.

will also challenge bron breaker for the IC title....but ONLY after someone else tires him out.

good. our sector of mother earth can't take much more. mother earth, in the grand scheme is sick of all our shit. people need to start l'istening' i say that, because i do hope that this particular pissing contest continues to that renewable resource science/tech/possibilities can get a little push. drill baby drill is the fucking dumbest thing. off topic, i think drumpf went to the 1st ladies hair plug team.

sent yung gravy, a sternly, written letter, demanding to know why.

knows it's 'catsup', but just plays along with everyone else using 'ketchup'

accendently got caught in some kind of quantom leap snafoo.....problem is, he can only leap into people taking a shit.

i forgot to say it's funny now. yes, it was cruel ....in some ways, and in others not really. what i learned is that i can. i could, if absolutely necessary, raise and kill chickens, at least, to eat. i won't tell you the story about cheech and chong. i knew exactly what was coming, so i didn't get attached. my love for bacon, and sausage, et al, at that age out weighed my call to the convent.

imagine the shock of moving from d.c., to nyc, to LI, to vermont. i didn't even know vermont was a state...or didn't remember. i honestly thought we were in part of canada XD my stepsister and her horrible fucking cousin had me convinced. the parental units decided to play green fucking acres, got 20 fucking chickens. 10 for eggs (way to many) and 10 cooking. the 2 years they did this, the cookers would always have 2 with a gimp leg. now...picture it. i'm 12, city kid, and i get to raise these little cuties like my pet. ugly animals..but i loved thier gimpy little asses. they got fat. very fat. one day the parental unit says, we're putting them with the other chickens. bring them down stairs (i was tossed in the attic by the stepmonster lol...true story) he said leave that there and wait. i see a metal drum full of water, with a nice hot fire. i see the large stump we use to chop wood....... i look down the drive, and coming across the road is my step brother (the only one i could tolerate), swinging to chickens by their legs...parental unit says 'ready SB brings one down on the stump, and the PU CHOPS that head off, they let it drop and run, and down comes the second CHOP. the eyes blink about 3-5 times....and the body doesn't quite give out for about 20 seconds. and before i knew it 'huey and louey' were snatched up by the legs and slowly lasso'd around....i ran up to my room, got my bible (told you i went to bible camp...) ran down, and as i'm coming out the gate there goes houey...i start reading thier last rites yo... tears streaming "YAY THO........snot snot snot, " I WAAALLLLLLLLK AAAAAA THROUUUUUUGGGH THE VALLLLEY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

**time out -- literally just came inside from starting fires** he's pleased to meet you, and would like for you to guess his name.

oh that's the beauty. we, the ones that go in, do not do any raising, that's done by a farmer. small dairy farms.