Slyde

The first rubber chicken I recall seeing was in a novelty shop in Marion, IN in 1967. We had to sneak over there to buy "bango-beans," they were a louder and more dangerous version of today's "snap-n-pops." The shop was an awesome place to be an 8th-grader. Think Spencer's Gifts, a head-shop, costume shop and S&M purveyor rolled into one. The spooky old clerk loved trying to scare us away. Shades of Glenjay Scott. I oft have wondered whether the rubber chicken spawned the enduring name for banquet food of vice versa. Bounce-proof? Well aren't wee all nowadays? A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

When old Sam Bowe met Goldie Nite he said. "I'm old but I know right and I know love and I know white. You need a job. I'll make it, right. I'll make you good. I'll take you right up to the mountain top tonight and get it on till morning light." Well Goldie said. "That's nice of you to help a poor girl from the stew but tell me more before we go up on that mountain, nice and slow. Like tell me of your plan for me. And tell me what I'm gonna see when I get on the mountain top. Will I be able ..." Sam said. "Stop it now young silly girl. And don't you fret and don't you curl those silky locks before they turn to silver, stiff like mine is. Be at peace I'll care for you. I just believe that when you brew your own sweet songs into a choir up on high the angels all will listen to your lyricism and believe their schism isn't anybody's fault except for who wee say tiz. Then we tell 'em where to aim their code-a-phone and how to blame the neighbor who cannot care less which mountain top you sing from. Just imagine you and me up on a precipice and we look down across a fertile landscape high above pollution. Just imagine how the time will trickle down from lofty climes with music soft and subtle wafting from our ivory castle." "Wait a minute Sam. You're old. I am young, athletic, bold. I've a feeling you ain't told me yet just what you're after. I ain't got no children yet. And I ain't had much fun at sweatin' off the steak you butchered and you marinated for me. I ain't sayin' I'm not touched. But I ain't flattered all that much by silver, snow and mountains that you say you lay before me. Shit far Sam, there's lots of older folks who think that what you got is just a bunch of childish dreams that don't take climbing mountains. Them old geezers sit and smile and laugh out loud and all the while you silver headed younguns load your salad shooter kitchen aids with things they grow above the graves of children's parents, ancestors who look up at you wonderin." When will Sam and Goldie Nite hold hands and stroll into the nighttime singing softly of the right and left, beneath between them. When will Goldie offer Sam a kitchen aid she made by hand and when will Sam forget that Goldie's dream are real. She needs them. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

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Understand you guys are a little short on "blue skies" over there. Peter Pop was the BEST! Hello Ray wherever you are! Seattle see you soon. eDo onward pork r A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

I really don't want anything to go right today, so please send me all your bad vibes and help make this happen. Try crossing your eyes einstein. Go both ways like fearless your Govt Rep. No wait!! He's in front! you can take it you need it jayza tight un jist drab & thirsty Ware bambi goes nuttin grows m~ the sentence is 2-20 for mom & dad terror stark raven m1 A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

"... to be active, is simply beyond me to comprehend." Well, duh! what isn't beyond? A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

When will political extremist like Randy Glenjay figure out how the one-winged eagle flies to the center of the earth. They're maple seeds. And isn't olive DRAB!? Got cash? Send it in to eDD to waste on deceptive ink.. make syrup fight Cancer eDo onward pork r A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

got too sing your blues cuz you don't owe any dues and YOU know the future's EZ You don't have to hide. Bamby's eDDie's bride smoke a Jay and smell my finger OD runs a ship of pink December Ain't nobody winkin' cuz they soon reduce your me - em - ber!! I don't ask ... 4 mudge director's dig fudge and you blo the ship asunder a time will come soon when cancer turns blue and you gurgle then go under please remember wee and how they Made It it's infinity and now you think your shit's the grea-A-test!! bwoohoohooahhHaHaHa!! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

It is against the law for your Uncle to compete in open the markets with hiz children. That is PRECISELY what you are paying him to do boyzungurlz. That is PRECISELY what has been happening for several, several years. In musical paraphrase: Jay Zoo's joy is men desiring. tink tink tinkle about it fool $$$ got money? send it in A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

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It has now been proven by science and is accepted as a mathematical fact of ... er ... well life the following: No matter WHAT you say or do, there is an irrevocable and directed statistical truth that your life corelates positively with your death. Butt your trade association will not respond to this either. i don't think there's any buddy back in back of there. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Phree peter not wails. I'm kicked off the Bonfire gosh darn again. and I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll suck deer houses down the chimney piper. Butt nut @ dork zone. This is folly, Holly. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

In Bonham, TX there's a question on the marriage application: "Are you related." It's cuz we live kinda close to Arkansas here in Doktor Cancer cuntry. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

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gasp u bet a sweet one i own him jack is my ass shithead he kicks 2 100 bucks he cost me A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Your peek at the peak was a poke by your punk. The fuse you abuse is a joke and you're junk! snort this bLOW jOB! most junks are at s O L sound off 1 2 sound off 3 4 1234 12 you whore!! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

At 2nd & Fork streets back in the day stood a fountain where Bambi bought cherry parfait The building was huge from a low altitude and nothing was better or sweeter. It had swivel stools done in red nawgahide and we spun till we dizzied and toppled with pride while the gin blossomed fat guy made cherry parfait when at doorbells we spun as if greeters. Then in walked Redonkulus old smelly dudes. We snickered and sniffed. They were crude, lude and rude. From out of the court house laid just cross the street they waddled and grumbled and stared at their feet. And the cherry parfait just stayed sweeter. With balsa wood airplanes we conjured up plans of how parachute plastic big soldiers might dance and rain down on that street corner Noblesville style. The rubber band props flew them over a mile. And your neighbor's a sister. Go meet her. Once in a day long ago will you see that there isn't much time here for plastic and he who can see like a cyclops' perception at depth. The music of life is in both. Treble Clef. And dissonance Zappa found ... key t' her. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

A crosskeyed Peter Piper poked the peak of pilot peaker. And pilot picker pulled a pucker pause to film the beaker of the pilot peaker pissing on the Piper's future peaks ... er ...well Along came Deedie Donkulus to hunker down the breather and hide him up behind her skirt where nary none could see her. And all agape we wonder what the Donkulous was thinking To hire pilot peaker with a past and rear a stinking. A rear alas, is not what most would pick to be the reason to sally forth into a bog what hath no change in seasons. Cash it is and it shall be the need for lame decision. Carry on tradition and ignore expert derision. Helping out poor uncle Sam to line his OD pocket. Hanging paper over walls in darkness. Hey. Don't knock it. Sammy needs the money gang ' really needs recruitment. Jacking up your roster isn't what a bod's a doin'. Jacking up my checkbook via tiny, tiny nation. Jacking up my checkbook is about my OWN duration. Jacking up YOUR numbers isn't in young Sammy's interest. Rounding up your dues for ink deception he will send us. Government Relations folks. Now THERE's an oxymoron. Lay me out a line upstairs near mugs for us to pour on. Hollywood is in the west but acting isn't born there. Building sets -a weak facade - and cancer carries more hair. Sally forth and belly up for laughs, and laughs abounding. Let me tell you boyzungurls, I have yet begun sounding. still & always luv slyde A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Funny you mention. Rebecca's divorce has her threatening to return to her "girlfriend." She's for real. Working on novel #3. She's a temporary mysogonistic mysogamist. She'll come around ... ... in time. Leslie ... now THERE's a gal who delivers! And not only that. She actually works for USPS. Yes. She IS a spy. bitch is also real and CAN kick your azz I sometimes fear for the safety of my friends around her. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

she cut off their tails with a carving knife did you ever see such a sight in your life an oil can and a draw knife will fix the gate to your drawers lickety split It's obvious why Arthur pulled it out. And how did it get INTO the stone in the first place, that sword? Scientificalli speaking. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Unless you are Leslie, I prolly ought not. Rebecca Lerwill won't either. Google my AUTHOR friend, please. She became a US Citizen 7 days ago and was the keynote speaker at the Salt Lake ceremony. She's a great sour kraut!! m~ A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

4x4?? I blew up a 6-cell-paramount, once! It too had no center cell. And there's only about ONE thing a diving board is perfectly good FOR! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Wholey COW! I might be coming cornfused! but wutz a hayseed from grimdiana too doo ta daa tiny things remain unsaid for a bit now gotta work efdd down came the rain and washed the spider out still & always m~ physician heal thy self m1 A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

I am most flattered, Gentlemen. Blews & bruise to brew. Cheers! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!