Posted on 12/23/2006 11:31:23 AM PST by BibleBabe1
Remote detection satellites are used by the intelligence branch of the military to conduct mind control exercises in the theater of war. All this technology is dependent upon the higher branches of particle physics and quantum mechanics. The array of satellites safe in deep space cover the entire earth making the mind control intelligence program widely successful. Be amazed as you view this military program break out of the box. Go to the following web site that shows a real-time mind control zombie being manipulated by satellite and the military. www.MindControlUSA.com
All’s well in Raccoon City, I take it?
Did you get Pat to help you sound that out?
(I know. You’re just getting back to me ... but it’s funnier my way.)
But it's late (esp. after three sleepless nights), and I have a seminar to attend in the morning. After the seminar I have little to do but walk the show, eat dinner, pack, sleep, pack, waste most of Thursday, and fly away home.
Last Post...?
Good morning!
G’morning.
Good Morning!
The image of a black cat just crossed my mental morning.
.
It must be feeding time for catz.
Not bad, at least. It’s above freezing.
The image of a black cat scurried under my bed a while ago.
It’s feeding time for the snake, though, as soon as her mouse thaws.
Morning!
I watched my daughter feed her snake and clean it’s cage, and I’m here to tell you: Catz and birdz are MUCH easier to care for! LOL!
I think there’s something to be said for an animal that only eats and poops a couple of times a month! Susan is getting close to shedding, so we’re not sure she’ll eat, but we have to give her the chance.
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?"
"Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?"
"Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck
And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go
And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
(Instrumental)
I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty papercut
And, well, to make a long story short
It got infected and I died
So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter
By the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like
The Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He tells me that they've got a dress code
Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
For all eternity
And every day he runs by screaming
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
Doesn't really matter anymore
Because the simple fact remains that
Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong
Theme song for the GOP...
I dunno...every time my daughter tries to feed the snake, it bites her. Although, looking at the cage, I think I would, too....
Wellnow! That sure opened MY eyes!
(I love wierd Al!)
Feeling a little fried right now. Work is really packed and I've got zero time to unwind at night. Ah well, it pays the bills.
Yepper...from the sublime to the ridiculous. No work for months, and now you’re swamped. *HUG* (That ought to get you through an hour or two!)
Susan hasn’t bitten anyone.
That’s good! I don’t like critters that bite. They make caring for them a chore. I like it better when the critters beg... *snort*
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