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To: nickcarraway
Let me know when I can buy one.

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4 posted on 05/26/2022 6:31:05 PM PDT by broken_clock (Go Trump! Still praying.)
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To: broken_clock

Yeah it wont work out that way

You gonna be eaten


5 posted on 05/26/2022 6:36:17 PM PDT by Secret Agent Man (Gone Galt; not averse to Going Bronson.)
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To: broken_clock
Let me know when I can buy one.

Are you SURE you want to scoop that poop?

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8 posted on 05/26/2022 6:49:21 PM PDT by TLI (ITINERIS IMPENDEO VALHALLA)
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To: broken_clock

>Let me know when I can buy one.

I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs,
its strength and its graceful form.
Who can strip off its outer coat?
Who can penetrate its double coat of armor?
Who dares open the doors of its mouth,
ringed about with fearsome teeth?
Its back has rows of shields
tightly sealed together;
each is so close to the next
that no air can pass between.
They are joined fast to one another;
they cling together and cannot be parted.
Its snorting throws out flashes of light;
its eyes are like the rays of dawn.
Flames stream from its mouth;
sparks of fire shoot out.
Smoke pours from its nostrils
as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.
Its breath sets coals ablaze,
and flames dart from its mouth.
Strength resides in its neck;
dismay goes before it.
The folds of its flesh are tightly joined;
they are firm and immovable.
Its chest is hard as rock,
hard as a lower millstone.
When it rises up, the mighty are terrified;
they retreat before its thrashing.
The sword that reaches it has no effect,
nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
Iron it treats like straw
and bronze like rotten wood.
Arrows do not make it flee;
slingstones are like chaff to it.
A club seems to it but a piece of straw;
it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
Its undersides are jagged potsherds,
leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.
It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron
and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
one would think the deep had white hair.

Nothing on earth is its equal—
a creature without fear.
It looks down on all that are haughty;
it is king over all that are proud. Job 41


9 posted on 05/26/2022 6:49:36 PM PDT by thepoodlebites (and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.)
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