(Logo / pin for NASA Expedition 17 to you-know-who's International Space Station)
Posted on 08/03/2018 10:44:05 AM PDT by Red Badger
Next it’ll be 88 for Heil Hitler.
Cuomo is an idiot. President Trump referenced the 13 lawyers for Mueller and then said 17 because they added four more attorneys.
Duh.
9th.
17?
I was 17 for a whole Year of my Life. Waiting for Cuomo to give me a call.
Dial Q for crazy.
“getting desperate”
Getting?
He’s starting to sound like Calypso Louis Farrakhan...............
Chris is channeling Calypso Louis Farrakhan.................
wouldn’t that be Quazy?
Look, guys, when you go to a Trump rally for Petessake take the dang decoder rings off! They’re starting to notice.
(Logo / pin for NASA Expedition 17 to you-know-who's International Space Station)
I see Hilliary has started a fashion trend...................
“CNN News, as real as Qanon”.
http://wThe nazis experimented w adrenals as a drug...ingesting fear filed blood and csf fluid...mel gibson was right.......thousands involved......here....practiced in europe long before..the nazis.....this is the real vampiric society...they trade the sht.....”spirit cooking”...is working up the adrenals in victims blood stream...its the apex of hedonistic drug addiction....eventually they need it....cant produce enough on their own........zombified without it..
Both have an IQ of “17”
Hahahahhahaha
AHA! “They” probably pick it up at the same NYC newsstand where Agent K and Agent Q pick up the National Enquirer.
At Seventeen
Janis Ian
I leaned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, “Come dance with me”
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems at seventeen
A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, “Pity, please, the ones who serve
Cause they only get what they deserve”
And the rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
They call and say, “Come on, dance with me”
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me at seventeen
Songwriters: JANIS IAN
© EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing L
The secret message is on page 17....................
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