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THE BOB SCHIEFFER FAN CLUB NO. 3

     THE BOB SCHIEFFER FAN CLUB NO. 3
     I want sex and Russian nurses! I maidly desire the whole Bobby
and volume coining betwixt the malaise of BenYUU! It's so much
empty
glee to see my eyeballs in the trash, the last ascendance to the
top-airy pyramid...my being is made up in osmotic increments.
Sharng! Take your sorry ass and carry it to your goat's parents.
Grasp and hold all your possessions in non-applicable shit-feats!
The Blob and the Catholic Christ in the nine-teen Nineties side with
Ion BIANBIAR, Aizorian teacher/tutor of Shiioa philosophy(a mish-
mash of persistent happy feet and nihilistic joy). This business of
matter and where it's going to go---Mars still exists!? An affair of
pigs wallowing in Midshing! A late bowl of soup to the cup...of the
dead Ethiopian, wan wanes whooshing West! It's all rain in the
afterlife!
Let's go to the City of the Idiots! Oshkosh, Wisconsin! Gench aenpa!
Laugh at your father's tits. Laugh at your own colon cancer in the
mirror! I dwell in short sentences of Oixd! Ha! Knock on the door
and get shot(with bullets) by Jesus's Son!? Man goes to see Paul
in Hud as many times as it deems mentally necessary, a da-da of
reasoned repeats of ATLAS SHRUGGED! I got so much money I could
shit empty beercans and go to five trillion movies! A measure of
my lingering ChanqBu lucre-bites, said I-the-Bush warrior of 19991!
     I THINK AND THEN I DIE. Phoudha-Gaudha! ONIA PLASMA DRIFT!

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