I like vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup on it.
Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
It might be connected with the strange goings on around here : Our car stolen, with $4000 of damage; Our neighbour's healthy rabbit dying unexpectedly; Our neighbour's letterbox being destroyed; Curious spam emails about las vegas; The odd curious phone call; Faeces being smeared on our church Car windows smashed and things taken at church - they now have patrols as a result Breakin at church and organ damaged. Mysterious deaths of stars, such as Heath Ledger, Brittany and her husband, Michael Jackson, David Carradine, and others : http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2010/05/24/what-killed-brittanys- husband.html http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31103217/ns/today-entertainment/t/david- carradine-found-dead-thailand-hotel/
Connect the dots if you dare, to see the truth.
> If things escalate, as they're indicating, I suggest that pamphlets explaining > Cats infiltration of public office, and their networked saboteurs, be posted by > some in every letterbox, so raising up a public backlash against the Mafia. I > can't do this, but it seems a good way to alert the public to what the Mafia > are upto. Laser printers, for each one involved in the expose, can cope > with and distribute the load. They will suddenly find themselves very > unwelcome.
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.
And it’s a tie!
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)
This thread makes perfect sense to me. After I connected the dots.
It might be connected with the strange goings on around here : Our car stolen, with $4000 of damage; Our neighbour's healthy rabbit dying unexpectedly; Our neighbour's letterbox being destroyed; Curious spam emails about las vegas; The odd curious phone call; Faeces being smeared on our church Car windows smashed and things taken at church - they now have patrols as a result Breakin at church and organ damaged. Mysterious deaths of stars, such as Heath Ledger, Brittany and her husband, Michael Jackson, David Carradine, and others : http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2010/05/24/what-killed-brittanys- husband.html http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31103217/ns/today-entertainment/t/david- carradine-found-dead-thailand-hotel/
Connect the dots if you dare, to see the truth.
poat = post. sheesh
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!!!
Post of the day!
"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!"
I didn’t realize that Obama voters were allowed to post here. I guess I was wrong.
HUH?? Zotted troll.
David Carradine died masturbating. In the city with the most prostitutes per capita in the world.
"Oh I say, that was a most righteous zotting, don't you agree?"
This one might be the most insane troll ever.
Kung-Fu...Bill...Jerk off king...
How DARE you! It was a tragic macrame ACCIDENT!
I found a cat message in my letterbox, sorry, litterbox.
I don't think it was intended for distribution, though. It was just a scratch copy.
The point is simply this: if you are what you eat and the velociraptors have just eaten a Democrat, are they likely to start trying to steal other people's junk or is the whole thing just one big LIE? It makes a difference. You can take a zombie out with a head shot but have you ever tried that with a velociraptor? The buggers move too fast. And they aren't interested in brains. Which is why they ate a Democrat.
Are you keeping up, Chris? I thought so. You've heard this all before, haven't you? Like buzzing from the microchip the CIA implanted in your butt when you were getting the anal warts removed with that little bitty chainsaw? That Doc looked familiar, didn't he? You thought Heath Ledger was dead, but he's really in a Witness Protection program in a clinic in Podunk, smirking at you. Some men just want to watch the anus burn, Chris. They're just like that. And it explains the thumping sound you heard from his restroom.
Velociraptors. I shall say no more.
Please let me know if you want ON or OFF my Viking Kitty/ZOT ping list!. . . don't be shy.
C'mon, this may hugh and series, depending on what organ got the damage???
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I’d go berserk
Well you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I’ve gone
Completely out of my mind
And they’re coming to take me away ha-haaa
They’re coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they’re coming to take me away ha haaa
You thought it was a joke and so you laughed
You laughed when I said
That losing you would make me flip my lid, right?
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed and laughed and then you left
But now you know I’m utterly mad
And they’re coming to take me away ha haaa
They’re coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they’re coming to take me away ha haaa
I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind, unselfish, loving deeds
Ha! Well you just wait
They’ll find you yet and when they do
They’ll put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt
And they’re coming to take me away ha haaa
They’re coming to take me away ha haaa ho ho hee hee
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they’re coming to take me away ha haaa
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they’re coming to take me away ha haaa!
Can someone please give me the bunny with a pancake on its head? Makes more sense than this...
I wonder if he called it “Grasshopper”?
There is no way for me to know if this is a serious post. However, I have tested such people in a mental hospital who did think the mafia was after them. You might think this is more men than women, but it isn’t.
I recall one woman who thought this and she had led her small children into the woods to escape from the mafia. It was very sad. The children were saved and she was in the mental hospital.
If you look at the writing, it is disjointed without complete thoughts. I hope it was a jest and not the real thing.
Holy cow.
“Huh??????????????????”
Thank God it wasn’t just me. LOL I thought for a moment there that I lost it big time.
That is one of the best comments I’ve ever read. Simply awesome.
I knew a gal once that was like that (paranoid-schizophenic). Some crazy/interesting stories - but REALLY sad too when one thinks about it too much.
Perhaps why we would rather joke about it.
I think that you have become
... Comfortably Numb.
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