Somebody put something into my chocolate frosted yellow cake. It isn't a first time. Fortunately this time I noticed it quick enough to counter it with the only remedy I know, Vanilla Ice Cream. I beginning to believe somebody doesn't want this blog to be written. First it was the Anti-Brain Matter Waves, but I quickly learned you could filter those out by eating green olives to counteract it and wearing a household strainer on my head. I think it has something to do with the more political nature of my musings. I know I must being making a very few high end officials a little nervous when I expose the whole Easter bunny cover up. Yeah I know why you allowed the Easter bunny to become Easter's most beloved icon. I've heard all about the dropping interest in eggs and dyes. Oh yes, and I will not be terrorized into telling the truth. So there I said it and I hope they like it, Mr. House of Representatives, Mr. Speaker of the House, Mr. Democratic Minority Leader, there. If I should disappear for a long time, I will my CD's to my little brothers and everything else to Pierre the French circus clown.
Pierre you made me laugh like I never knew I could laugh before and have never laughed since. The time we spent together was funny and I'll never forget it. If you have any glue, mine is old and coming undone, I don't know how much longer I can keep it together. For the rest of you fighting the good fight of truth and honesty in groceries. I'm back to the front
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college really that hard on you eh?
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