I like vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup on it.
Huh??????????????????
Do you have a family member you can call?
Do what I do. Stock up on duct tape and tin foil.
Seriesly.
Is this a personal posting or is there a link to this claim you’ve posted?
Are you logged on?
That’s... amazing.
Looks like one of the Paultards have finally posted exactly what WRong Paul must tell them via mind control. This is what they get for hanging around the occutard camps (Obamavilles) and smoking weed all day.
“Cats infiltration of public office. . .”
Those darn Viking Kitties at it again, are they. . . .
I like vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup on it.
This is easily explained, check around and you will probably find that a local ‘0bama-Biden 2012/0bama for America’ campaign office has opened up in your neighborhood, the things you’re describing are just typical tactics in ‘getting the word out’.
If you aren’t just joking around then you should talk to a friend or someone at your church about whatever is bothering you.
Thailand?
THAILAND???
“Mafia?”
Nah. Don’t worry. It’s George Bush’s fault. Now step away from the computer. Slowly.
If you look at the posting history, this person stopped posting in 2009, with the exception of two very strange messages that don’t sound anything like the same person.
I think this account was hacked
Do I detect a hint of ZOT on the evening breeze???
I think you need to sleep it off. Whatever it is you’re ingesting. good to see you back for your once a year poat.
(50mm, not sure about a zot, but maybe some thorazine is indicated here)
My account is overdrawn, my car slid down the hill
I’m givin’ up, I’ve got no more to give
My beagle bit the vet, and my daughter’s on the pill
And my ficus plant has lost it’s will to live
I owe Mastercharge my life, I’ve got adolescent skin
My doctor says I can’t use any salt
My waist is getting thick, but my hair is getting thin
And my house is on the San Andreas fault...
I need your help, Barry Manilow
I’m miserable and I don’t know what to do
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
No one knows how to suffer quite like you
My shrink is out of town, my love life is a joke
My ex-wife sold my diary to Rona
All my ashtrays are overflowed, and I don’t even smoke
And my sinuses came back from Arizona...
(Spoken) “Hello, Mandy? It’s me. I’m here at the Copa. You know, the Copacabana. I know I don’t write the songs that make the whole world sing but I do know one thing, Mandy... I can’t smile without you.... Forget Lola.... Remember that weekend in New England? I thought then that this could be the magic at last... Now here I am... Tryin’ to get the feelin’ again!”
I need your help, Barry Manilow
I’m all alone and sitting on a shelf
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
I feel like feeling sorry for myself
I need your help, Barry Manilow
Your songs can really comfort the unlucky
Sing me a song, sing it sad and low
I wish I didn’t have to feel so yucky...
I wish I didn’t have to feel...
So yucky!!!
