LeonineAlpha

My (cat person) mom has the following axiom: if the cat is at your home, it is your cat

"Hi, I'm George Kastanza, I'm 38 and I live with my parents."

I love this "did way too many drugs in the office" cause this means there's also responsible amount of at work drug use...

No, it's because Ringo Star, drummer from the Beatles, has the Elfstones and is able to use them.

I think I heard someone say, that Ringo Star, the Beatles drummer, has the Elfstones, and knows how to use them!

But underneath the fur?

Dont have the pics handy, but my favorites were

"Touching Jesus"

"Ths golden organ"

And the Navy sunk 139 squid trawlers, since 0.000000000001% chance some powder for shrimp now instead

Go watch Smashing Pumpkins video "Today"

We have "no-idea"(except we know EXACTLY because someone newspaper published a full page add about Aetheoship Dispute Devices that make your head very hot when they steal your ideas!) How, but David Corrigan STOLE OUR LIFE for that video

Because my bud delivered ice cream pies for Baskin Robins, and the lot of us would pile in the back of the styrofoam insulated van, filled with dried ice and leftover ice cream pies, that his insane-stoner-trust-fund-rich-boomer-boss- was incapable of counting.

An he would drive us to a national park, and we would box all the weed we could muster, like often a quarter ounce, in the air tight space, until we nearly blacked out.

Then we would pour out together and zerg the woods and rivers by the moon, except that fully 30% of the time the cops would be waiting, but so many teens were doing likewise, that by a miracle herd defense, we were somehow barely able to dive roll around alley lights, ditch the smoking dry ice in a, ..., ditch, and crawl under trucks back into the ice cream van to drive "safely"(always beyond impaired driver) back home.

Where we would then dare that driver to eat as many ice cream (whole fucking pie sized) pies as in-humanly possible, then the rest of us would nearly aspirate pon our vomit from laughing for he would puke, such that it steamed the air from the temperature difference, inspite being down his gullet a half hour, still frozen!

And Gen X???

All of the above, but also:

We had to steal !ALL! our parents' butter knives, and smelt them beneath electrical elements and toasters, then smoosh hash between them, with maximum force of strength and agressive sawing motions, whilst earnestly deep throating 2L plastic bottles with the bottom plate hacked off, inhaling madly, bobbing that plastic fume hood mere millimeters from the red hot poker. And if, somehow, whilst impaired, any part of this should go wrong somehow (how!? Why!?) Endure the humiliation at work home and school as people knowingly ridiculed the giant burn scars upon our cheeks of shame Also?(maybe? Unrelated?) From early elementary school dismissal, we would all congregate "pon the "play"ground for "rock-war"(EXACTLY what it sounds like, unless you think it sounds like music) till 6-11pm as peoples parents returned from work the kids could slink away to scarf a can a tomatoe soup and burned grilled cheesus. After that we congregated for roof-running, van-fleeing, and arson. So searing your face inquisition style with medical pain relief was a welcome graduation to sub-adult-hood

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M R birds M R Knot M R Sew Cedar IT Bitey Vings? Whale oil beef hooked! M R birds!!!

As you say: "Hezbollah never seized firing either"

From this we absolutely know, by your clear choice of words, that you state:

You want Americans to give Iron-Dome missile defenses to Palestine and Lebanon, so that they can "seize-the-fire" of Israel. All non-Jewish semetic people thank you for your support, and ICE and Republican Officials welcome you for a fireside chat.

Indeed, your commander in McChef velcomes you to become a "foundation"al member of his ballroom.