Egg Whytresses Pepper Steak

Know where there’s–a plastic kiss

I’ll guide you in.  Dim the lights; electric Barbarella.  That depawn no don make no sense.

List of leading references  in chemistry.  All she wants, a kiss.

What happened, computer Tuesday went so slow.

Truck complaint (muted).  Doesn’t stop me.  Once it is started, does it get going?  Calming down? Portia, propitiations .. quartet.  Is it doable, leftennant, punctually.  Hit a patch, though.  Everything goat-shifty, stay around.

Choir.  Foo

  Enough foo.  Who foo ’em?

Your kind do.  They’re all over the place

In jet.

I’m all right with it; I’m your debtor.  That’s one you don’t compromise; you don’t rely on me.

Note-note-notorious.

was he crawling for it, apple juice.  was he only cat sure.  was he crawlingford in.  If a hose instruct’s trouble, breaks my mud, pull.  Brake hoses, of course, beat Drowning Mona, clericals, ample.

Here [Vox] is the problem with this account of Kissinger: It ignores the fact that he shares responsibility for the deaths of enormous numbers of innocent people. For those who believe American policy should be about more than the naked pursuit of self-interest, the continuing veneration of Kissinger in Washington is appalling.

Most infamously, Kissinger masterminded a Nixon-era plan to carpet-bomb Cambodia.

That we encounter

Polonius:
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
What day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time;
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. . . .

Hamlet Act 2, scene 2, 86–92

Polonius, right-hand man of Hamlet’s stepfather, King Claudius, has been employed to spy on the prince and report on his very odd behavior. As Polonius begins to deliver to the king and queen the results of his investigation, he embarks on this windy preface. Besides being nonsensical, his speech is self-contradictory: he wastes plenty of time denouncing the time wasted by rhetorical speechifying.

“Brevity is the soul of wit” has become a standard English proverb; in the process, its context has been somewhat neglected. Polonius, though he has high opinions indeed of his “wit” (that is, acumen), is the least brief and one of the least “witty” characters in the play. Freud aptly referred to Polonius as “the old chatterbox” in Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious.

Themes: wit, expressions and idioms

Speakers: Polonius

I am trying to break all these links.  Trying to shoot down a helicopter.  I don’t have any “break-a-link” in my tools.

Don’t disturb the threat (pop-up), you some-see-the, you 404 slant-eyed…

Friday, Feb 12, 2016 10:29 AM PST

Henry Kissinger’s “mad and illegal” bombing: What you need to know about his real history — and why the Sanders/Clinton exchange matters

Can I?That one I put in there.  There is not room for many (of the set).  Glenn is writing to bake all the good Polonius out of 140 characters.  Oh, don’t PREVIEW. They come up, the rumor

about it.  You do not have help getting down, face it.  Nixon was the complete monster, having caused airmen to literally bolt up nuclear weapons to B-52s.  And then he’d set his jaws to claim it went off by itself.  Henry was the foil; we are (con) crete (ly) alive…the thrust of Kissinger.

Both my father, and Dziena’s … Ruth.  Designer on the weekend, then I perfect wigs.

Tell a story.  A history of it.  They have ’em.

That’s heat-resistant silicone, that–whap!–I’m freighting across, habit for years.  The poor bastards sit.  Six light.  Eat wheat, we determined.  Stay bloody, bit your stuff, headed off.

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bryan-brown-02

Heathway’s talkin’. About all the juice, ah. The Jews, themselves; I am sure there’s seven.

Extremism will be fine in the back with ’em, pit and the pendulum.  Depends on where  we’re goin’.  we’ll never make I your friends and back with this much gas.  back of us a truck.  What’s he about, he’s about cuts  goin’ all the way.  he’s right behind ya now.  he’s goin’ out.

 

Hey Hellup!  I ate Super Bowl 50 Uber I trust but I don’t see husband is wrapped-up in.  Combitu, sensitive whose Douglas?  Monogram Bentley on the hog’s stacks.  His grubbers-lookin’ prime bay fate up.  Large-lookin’ nothin’ go huffers ten-tit?  Zit, two toes.  Two toes is the bid; is a bit, too.  Boy there upstairs heal in on it.  You beggars know they’s jumped the felt, ran for it.  Ride they glum.

But it pose Ad-joint-age-it.  Farter stars.  Let me this adjoinage plintsh it, dough noise.  Room further fars, cars, and niggas.  Socks up, way up off the ground.  In the air!  They’re saying is how anyone stupid nerf could travel, lettin’ in.

His horse you leave in the bin, table.  Bare weece [6,7] misha bus.  Jump up if for children money smokestacks, mommy, mommy.  Build it.

6X.  Gods you hope have you string (time up-seer) offense.  Is there herever a face on it?  Yeah, a rapping (grew to there) quarter (mollicent) had it might rain glyp (nickel), thousandth thump.  Get werthere cried it key but with Clifton.  I lost this (Hobie smoked), smokes.  Adjustaminer hands up, Kony toed.  Mom, warner around the block.  Canful’s derriere.

Man of my child, ascender.  Is this not Kent?  Is this not peace with my lady?  Is this not fisticuffs?   There’s never peace with jewelry in bed.  Stabbers.  Ignore the snarking two people have to spoken, is weece bittered, have to spleen what are you on that gacky, gacky dunk truck fountain country said.  Commercial crystal light.  We’re glassine.  “Benign”, is printed on it.

Credits out being near.  Tack-o, Cleese.  he’s clare.  Adjusted.  Add it’s now custard.    Afraid of blue line.  Code what would be good to hang a question, out a dump truck?  Here it comes out a drunk tank.  Good/FALSE it comes again.  You bach turner

Gamblin’ with the sultan I was playin’ to win, beatin’ the odds again.  BTO construction, that win, fellas, or am I smoking dust, too, than eryofete.  Red pin’ rootster, I’ll be there a little later.  Put the gun down.  Now, here’s the fossile’s till Tuesday (remote).  With no room sacks, defend:  Hey, ya off. in standard swattem swop the peep drain.  A trade for reasons, then.  Ping!  Sought Women swapping (for foreplay complex) shorts his punctual.

Hope your feeling on the word the world’ll be (sads), think a bit.  Clothes in the […] I’m closin’ view, cullus peep–no, drain.  Trade.

Lat of a margin, late of a large migratory (precedence) convenience (come over here).

Of course, I would love to see Los Angeles put Republican Party influence to history today.  That power yeek of own a roansack.  Nut, what about timing Khmer Day after these elections, post a win if it weren’t today and the argument Souix whose dander.  Hard on hintin’.  Oh my God, bygones runnin’.

Wave in this play.  Bust a man off.  Lookin’ down, trophies.  Supplies are ate or ate-thirty.

alexis_dziena15 ma babe, yeah. Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend As an old Memoria

alexis_dziena15 ma babe, yeah. Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old
Memoria

Aim it, likeable comb part. Don’t goof. So, we–teddly–leaves off like-mindedness. In the first place, done ‘er-, done that.  Just slight and dough esser never case, Horst Wesser, his top carriage could top bunk; more ‘n hustle up there.

How to boots: Aces uron tankward diner is that what in the surper handfuls, Teduarium any, drove any middle wee knax.

I got his (Leximis de Toqueville), dunny.

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