Curious as to why you didn’t identify the hospital by it’s real name, Hutzell Hospital.
Hamtramck was a Polish "ghetto" in those days.
Hamtramck was never a ghetto and still isn’t . Having many friends who lived there and some who still do, on behalf of them for your derogatory statement, I pee on your shoes!
Boy, are you psycho...I LIVED in Hamtramck....
No you didn’t, you are not telling the truth!
My grandparents house was on Nagle St.
Nagle Street is not in Hamtramck, it is on Detroit’s east side. You are not being truthful again!
It was torn down when they put in the highway.
There is no highway thru Nagle St., it still exists as do all the original houses. Once again you are not telling the truth!
I TOLD you my father went to St. Florian.
No you didn’t, re-read your own posts. Again you are telling a fib!
You are the sickest, angriest, nastiest person I have ever met in my entire life. Your soul is ugly.
While you’re at it Paulat, why don’t you add:
You're a mean one, Mr. Hot Tabasco,.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Tabasco.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Tabasco.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Tabasco.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Tabasco.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Tabascoooooooo.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Tabasco.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Tabasco.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Tabasco.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Tabasco.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Tabasco.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Tabascooooooo.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
Paulat, you no longer have any credibility so do yourself and the rest of us smokers a favor and stick to the other threads..........
OMG! Is she really lying about that area???? Sure doesn't pay to lie about an area when someone else knows the area well.
She leave a lot to be desired, then!