THIS PAGE(s)
PRESENTS MY OPINION(s) ON A VARIETY
OF SUBJECTS.
POLITICS, RELIGION, CURRENT EVENTS,
and more.
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FIRST: THE DAILY FUNNY (or maybe, LIFE?)
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FIRST: THE DAILY FUNNY (or maybe, LIFE?)
NOW WHAT?
I had an orgasm. But then I was hungry.
Never ends. One thing leads to another.
I killed someone who was being pesky,
but then what to do with the
body?
I MEAN...
I wrote my will, but then decided to not die.
NOW what?
IT NEVER ENDS, this quest for endings.
But if I get to the end, will it seem like it
or merely the beginning of
something else?
Too many questions, so few answers,
but even if there were?
THEN what?
Would I like them, or would I trash them?
And then where do I dispose of the remains of
too many answers to too many
questions,
If the end result was to FINISH
but in reality only BEGAN...
I think I am beginning to see a pattern here,
NOT suitable for wallpapering
my mind with... necessarily.
Like smoking Marijuana and then not knowing
what to do with the aftermath,
like all those
Oreo cookie crumbs for example.
I got depressed and stoned cause I had no food,
and two weeks later when I
came down,
someone had stolen my refrigerator.
IT NEVER STOPS.
One thing leads to another...
and what that another is remains...
to be lived
with, dismantled, hidden under the rug/blanket/rock/litterbox.
OR taken out and
dusted off and USED as a steppingstone for something BETTER...
and HERE WE GO
AGAIN...
It's all a conspiracy against Bears I'm convinced. Somebody up there
doesn't want me to enjoy the IS, but keeps propelling me to the NEXT PLEASE,
over here, the express lane...to what?
I've heard that the fun is in the DOING and the adventure is in NOT KNOWING
what is next.
Okay. NEXT?
Step right up, no waiting...and some doofus with a stained uniform punched
my ticket to the flight to the rest of my life and here I sit, waiting for
takeoff. Engines racing and belts fastened.
PILLOW? AIRBAG? NUTS?
YOU BETCHY.
& it never ceases to amaze me. ANY of it.
But I'd feel a whole lot better if I were armed. TEEHEE
Copyright
Dustybear 2012
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(plenty of lunacy though)
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REAL ADORABLE:
"You're so cute when ur mad"
"Yeh, well I am about to get REAL adorable."
REPUBLICAN SAYS DEM THEME SONG:
THE AYES OF TAXES R UPON U
THE BIBLE (UPDATED)
After six days the Lord looked upon all
that he had created and
said....
(UPD VERSION)
"HOT DAMN I'M GOOD"
(sometimes methinks in our haste to be MODERN, we may overDEW it a
teench)
It is SO hot the birds are asking for
ice cubes for the birdbath.
My yard is suffering from heatSTROKE...
SUMMER TIP:
DO NOT leave the car in the driveway with
the top down. UNLESS you like having your bottom FRIED.
You wont have to take pics of the thermometer.
Those leather seats will leave a PERMANENT reminder you can display for
YEARS.
Mitt Romney got so tied up in knots following the SCOTUS decision on ACA,
that he is now on vacation
While his brain reconfigures. FIGURES.
The Republicans were FOR the ACA
(they INVENTED it you know)
B4 they were against it
B4 CJ John Roberts ruled
in favor of it which threw them into a tizzy
and
now...
THIS IS LIKE THE POLITICAL OLYMPICS/GYMNASTICS...HAHAHAHA
They wanna be 4 it since it was THEIR idea, but Obama is 4 it so that won't
work but...
I LOVE IT...
shows them at their SILLIEST...hehehe
YOU KNOW it's hot when the snowbirds come back from Florida and bitch about
the heat.
GOLF is problematic. The heat causes the balls to combust while flying
through the air...and the tires on the carts melt. Rubber tires? Melt?
Well, I
guess that ends ANY possibility
of SAFE SEX on Hole #4.
Sigh
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