Empathetic lecturing
The only plausible goal that remains is the preservation of our solid society for the sake of future generations, if not the current one or two. To accomplish such a task is to ensure our loved ones for decades of tomorrow and fulfill our natural debt to creation/God.
Next step on the way to chaos: treacherous scallions.
An exerpt for those finding the link unclickable/scary:
In Trenton, Nidhi Trikha stopped by an unaffected Taco Bell for a quick lunch Wednesday that included a chicken quesadilla and a bean chalupa -- but no green onions. After hearing about the outbreak, she said she was sorry she ate.
"I know fast food is always unhealthy, but it's quick and cheap," she said. "God, I hope I'm OK."
I guess I've grown accustomed to quoted interviews with individuals that actually hold some relavancy to the event/disaster/recall/concert/election/phone book distribution -- but hey, nothing says "modern" quite like senseless inquiring.
Look, a bridge fell on a person. Let's ask someone who crossed a bridge once, not necessarily the specific, collapsing valley-access-unit, no sir. We're going right to the source, approximately 57 miles away, far enough for obscurity, but still in the proximity of questionable relatedness.
Maybe everyone that unfortunately digested the vulgarly vile vegitables clamoflauged in a floured tortia just happened to be hospitalized, rendering my entire critique ignorant and embarassingly foolish.
Speaking of bashful idiocy...
The other next step to chaos: spontaneous advantage-swiping.
We all know where my last, next and preceding paychecks are going...
...better cap that sentence like a biyatch.
Not a double negative,
Brettview Heights
Next step on the way to chaos: treacherous scallions.
An exerpt for those finding the link unclickable/scary:
In Trenton, Nidhi Trikha stopped by an unaffected Taco Bell for a quick lunch Wednesday that included a chicken quesadilla and a bean chalupa -- but no green onions. After hearing about the outbreak, she said she was sorry she ate.
"I know fast food is always unhealthy, but it's quick and cheap," she said. "God, I hope I'm OK."
I guess I've grown accustomed to quoted interviews with individuals that actually hold some relavancy to the event/disaster/recall/concert/election/phone book distribution -- but hey, nothing says "modern" quite like senseless inquiring.
Look, a bridge fell on a person. Let's ask someone who crossed a bridge once, not necessarily the specific, collapsing valley-access-unit, no sir. We're going right to the source, approximately 57 miles away, far enough for obscurity, but still in the proximity of questionable relatedness.
Maybe everyone that unfortunately digested the vulgarly vile vegitables clamoflauged in a floured tortia just happened to be hospitalized, rendering my entire critique ignorant and embarassingly foolish.
Speaking of bashful idiocy...
The other next step to chaos: spontaneous advantage-swiping.
We all know where my last, next and preceding paychecks are going...
...better cap that sentence like a biyatch.
Not a double negative,
Brettview Heights
posted by Warx at 7:25 PM
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