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All the IBEW has to do is WEED out all the carpenters and convince Henry Ford there are none who shall be seen or heard from again until they regain their balance atop their tiny, tiny, tiny precipice looking way the fuck down upon all the payers of the ever increasing dues for ever DECREASING services. The key work is TINY. Make it small enough and it functions to suit you. Let it grow and some fucker named Jack will climb it. eat my bean STALK unionize and get small!! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Here! Stick this down your chimney. Dick Van Dyke sang: Cool! What a sight! from the roof tops of London. Peter Piper puffs a cloud of pickle purple. If Peter has the most of the mostus, who done the post of the post? Us. And who comes last? First! How simple can wee get?! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

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Is that genuine bad grammar, inaccuracy or mere ordinary stupidity? Could be all below, I guess. That's prolly it. yeah rat on dat it B bro m~ A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Awesome insight! Thank you! trolling slyde A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Hokey Smokes! Did you think those nursery rhymes just materialized out of thin air. Of course they did! Gods were 7th grade biology students with a terarium project who never finished the homework. row your fucking boat ine stein down came the rain and washed the spider out baa-a-a-a All you ever needed to know was taught in kindergarten. Don't you know who wee think wee are? You should because they don't. You think and therefore you fart. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

It takes only a minute to enlighten a public servant that civilian trade associations should NEVER be regarded as regulatory in any way shape or form. Local Feds climb aboard almost instantly. Try it. They'll love it! Come on! Send it in! Burn your bra. Tune In. PRO & GO. Your past is all the presence you need. Got to sing the blues if you want to pay your dues and you know it's got too sleazy. Gruntings from the helm are mercenary smells as the fantail gets more greasy. O remember he don't make the snow fall. O remember we don't need permission to, and go fall. Trust your friends, up a head. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Oh ... it's rat on the tip oh mah mahnd. Butt these here texass honey pots just knock my dick in the dirt while your hat's in the creek. Leslie and Kaylynn got me by the short ones, but tonight's the whole famdamily at the table. weeee ooooo!! yee haw 2 m~ trolling, trolling, trolling keep them doggies bowling head 'em up move 'em south ride 'em in acrid rhoyds to you too breathless A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

What can Brown doo for U? Lighten up to starters. Pay as you go is like coin slots on a urinal. Through the nose is more like it. Quietly, please. No buddy is glistening. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

In today's technological age, are trade associations necessary for free progress toward greater success? Collective bargaining has accomplished many things. If those things are piled on both ends of a teeter totter, does your dad still need to balance the scale so you and your big brother get a similar ride without busting your ass? In a Wikipedia environment where ANYBODY can make things better, is it necessary for GM to have AFL/CIO? Or YOU to have YOUR trade association? Couldn't you do a better job WITHOUT sending money to a small group of elitists who waste you money on issues that you do not care a HOOT about? Hmmm? And who ARE THOSE ELITISTS? You big brother? Or your uncle? eDo A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

I won't bother reading your crap, esp. if you won't bother to use paragraphs. Go away - again. Quote Thank you sir. I certainly would not like to cause you any harm like thought for instance. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

iNDY Pen Dance Sometimes it seems like defense is a must, so we mount a good offense and go out and bust up the lives of the weakest who say they don’t trust how we think or we pray or we love or we trust. Have no remorse. They’re a primitive lot; or they’ve gone off the course or they really don’t got what it takes to be free, what it takes to be hot, what it takes to be cool – young American snot. Gotta be strong like a raptor out there in the yonder beyond her. Gotta have prayer to appease what the fathers and mothers who dare to release all they loved and they love to thin air. Just got to soar; It’s their manifest destiny. Soaring is coasting but not in the west. Any fool can sit back on his laurels, attest that he kicked every ass and he passed every test and he hasn’t lost yet and he still takes a bet. When he finally rests in the west he’s the best ain’t he? That’s how the duke or the bard or the prince or the clown or the school girl, even the Grinch, the maid and the butler won’t say but just winch when the masters arrive trailing work-a-day stenches at home with a gasp to a pipe or a pinch and a shot of elixir a moment to quench all the lies that they spouted today in an instant. Pause and you’re trampled; heel you’re a dog. Pick up the pace or your neighbor will flog you with trite observations about the sweat hog in reception who thinks that the boss has gone lost in a fog of delusional excessive grog. She may be right as a rain in July on a hilltop or Illinois cabin’s wood fire to say that the boss is a foggy grog liar. She knows what she sees and she knows he’s a liar. She knows he’s an idiot clawing at wind. She knows he’s a fat fucking slob who drinks gin. She knows he don’t care if she loses, he wins. Yet still every morning she meekly clocks in with the rent and the light bill and dad support late. It’s only a job and it isn’t that great but it’s all she can find and she barely can wait till it’s time to go home to her offspring. Her fate. And what does she see and is anything real? What does she think that the fat slob will feel when his own great granddaughter or son takes the field with a football to shoot down his friend who won’t yield? He knows it is time right at moment can’t wait for a coach or a mom or a brother’s help, Ruth. Truth is it legal at altars in church? Truth is it something you knew at your birth? Truth is it anything bugs can describe when they’re eaten or stomped and they’re poisoned alive? Dolittle told you to speak with your ant, and the flier with talons will provide you pants and a shirt lite and airy with big fancy belts and a buckle that brassily winds you in kelp. Float on young chickens who plummet but flap like the eagles you wear on your collar. Your lap is the place where your future and all of your past begin with your end and it’s all just a BLAST. Stick it in pudding or stick it in mud. Bugs in both places are guided by some planetary decision that free will can’t boast but pretend you are in control of your own boat when the captain says every man stand tall and shout. Is it Regan or Mao? Are you talking about the good friendly young bad guy? Then know all you should if you want to go ask her aboard frigate wood. Time is a curious moment in space that isn’t quite weightless and yet it’s the place when you wonder how long you might last in this place. Forever it seems is a practical goal. Whether or not you’re a goose or a foal you can sit, you can wonder and all you’ll have got is the breakfast you cooked for the waiter. Hither comes dinner, wither comes lunch. Orbit the sun and give in to the hunch that the devil you shoulder is serving you brunch. He’s not a devil. He’s not even male. He’s not the uncle your aunt used to wail over caskets and baskets of pall mall percale. Okra and t-bone with grits is the recipe. Pull up a stool and enjoy a good rest to be closer to home where you know we all want to be holding our own out in front of the rest. You see? Who are the rest that we never can please? Who are the judges that punish with ease? Who are the evil, the tricky, the sly? Who are the good or the bad? Do they cry? Shout they will hear you and jam down your throat every lie that you tell of the size on your boat in your ocean of honest imperial oats till the day you can’t honestly say how you vote. For a behind there’s a bottle in front of me feeding the twins by the billions who die to see how many sugars are eaten by men who pee in marble halls with their frontal lobotomies. Women as judges ‘ shatter the scales when the jury gets cookies she baked as you wail that there is no blind justice for mice without tails in a county where hooters break more wind than gales. Sing it in harmony; dissonance too. Bask in the whore moans that echo for you are the last of the moccasin snow-shoe-hoofed band who perform on a river boat balcony’s sand. Sing it forever. You have no choice. You did not choose to spout spinach. Your voice isn’t given or taken or modified now. And it isn’t worth hearing by earthworm or sow or by chickadee, road-runner, viper or sloth. Nobody’s listening. Let’s go fuck off. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

As we swing like the socialists are we dissing the capitalists? Swing a mean tune kid! Suck 'em in the gut yeah, yeah, yeah! The hole world's watching. The whole world's watching. The hole world's a watch sing. Listen to Randy the Tight. He's got your back. Yeah. Right. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Often times it is a very small group who will understand what we say or write ... ... come to think of it, I believe that is almost ALWAYS true. Ah communication! Don't you know who wee think wee are? You should because neither do they. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Since I've apparently been censored on several forums where I speak of the obsolete Air Craft Carrier the USsPAy I'll violate y'all here while I last. How do you disassemble an aircraft carrier with only a metric crescent? By taking all the time you need, of course. The good ship has run its course and it is agrounded. USPA is the PROBLEM not the SOLUTION boyzengurlz. It needs to go away now. It is nothing more than a money machine and a toy for a very small bunch of sick puppies who do NOT have your weekend fun at heart. NOTHING OF THE SORT. Your weekend fun is the LAST thing on the minds of Jay Stokes, Glen Bangs, Ed Scott or his tiny unqualified cocaine dealer Randy the Tight. This is NOT funny, but we can still split sides over it. while we rethink this fun we are having "eDo" is a poem. A limerick. Ask your Regional Director. Please. A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Say you want a revolution. Well you know. We all want to change the world. Ask me for a contribution. Well you know. I keep doing what I can. But if you go carrying pictures of Jay Stokes know, you ain't gonna make it bend over like Randy O And you know it's gonna BE eDo, eDo yeah And you know it's gonna be eDo Edo yeah! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

No! You can NOT badmouth Peter Piper or his Pecker. There was a rigger named Parker but we call him Pecker cuz Parker was Jim and sew was he. But pecker parker is NOT whar Peter will park on your pecker when you smile at him. pork r eDo onward Is there a record for most censorship in a single period of contiguous time here on DorkZone? luv slyde I think I've been spotted by evil tricky people. "Why is it when you talk to god you are considered to be praying but when God talks to You you are considered to be schitzophrenic?" Lilly T. 2008 TX Ft Worth Bass Hall Owl! That smarts! fug.hed bwoohoohooahhahahaaa!! A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Bless me Father, I have simmed. I'm 55 and I slept with 19 year old twin girls. Twice. Each. In one night. How long has it been since your last confession? Oh I've never been here. I'm Jewish. Why are you telling me this? I"M TELLING EVERYBODY!! Most of the eDo onward campaign the Death to USPA campaign and the pork r campaigns are NOT taking place on dorkzone.dot com GO DIRECT OR STAY HOME. Talk to the talkers. Make the thinkers think. Make the seers see. Time is the meaning of life. Death is the meaning of time. But I'll try and keep enough here to see if I can get censored by every forum. God is watching, and god won't let too much truth get out for you to read. YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!! Grunt breath. It's big fun to see how many heads go into the sand on this Osterich farm. Don't miss the Doctor Cancer Show in Dallas in July. take your bod to the BOD. raise your hand see your dues in action Watch the vote on expulsion of leading experts. Toss the bums out. fucking flagits like me REALLY get in the way of progress I MEAN REALLY!! Waving the fucking flag for a living!!?? Are you shitting me! We can't have THAT! Jesus! Get RID of that pesky mother fucker who keeps upstaging the Golden Knights and interfering with your Uncle Sam's marketing campaign for more sons and daughters he can place in harms way. And stop that stupid sonofabitch from teaching FAA how easy this can be to make 60 major events every season for decades on end. What the HELL does he think he's doing!!?? WE RUN THIS SHOW. Not some smart-assed arrogant bastard from bum-fuk TX who never gives us ANY extra money, and never supports out initiatives. Who the fuck does he think he IS? Butt while you're in TX be sure to VISIT Dr Cancer's DZ to see how tax shelters can help to keep your pupeteer coiffed in the manner to which she has become acustomed. Ask for Laura for some outstanding ... uh ... safety tips. Beware of Carol. luv slyde who is sally lyons?? A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Are you really putting that in your dash two's? I put it in the cover letter and into as many conversations as possible. I will publish the entire list of FSDO manager contacts soon so all performers can sing along. FAA is NOT impressed by your representatives. Folks. They are not impressed with jumpers in general and they credit USPA for our collective ineptitude within the system. I agree. And I try to educate FAA employees mostly at FSDO levels, but I will be writing to Regions almost exclusively once thisseason winds down. USPA is a ball-n-chain ... correction ... WAS. The organization took a dump in Randy's bitches. I'm mad as hell and I'm NOT going to take it any more. fuggem who needs 'em They do more harm than good. So ... hide & watch, bambi boy pork r eDo onward A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Here's some new language that is getting good chuckles from FAA: "This will certify that I have purchased 31 years of deception from the USPA and have stopped helping them to understand proficiency as it relates to professional skydiving entertainment." AND "Each jumper on this performance will clearly understand how FAA has mistakenly come to believe that the USPA is a current representation of the state of any art." They are EATING this Randy Shit UP! pork r eDo onward A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

Zip it! Zip it! Zip it! This is NOT the time or Place to discuss eDDie and the bitches. Unless you want to. Lion around. What the FUCK was Freedom of THE press all about anyway? Say bad things about reality and watch what happens on you sissy boy's watch. tick tock tick A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

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This prominent proctologist examined an unidentified friggin Oriental (UFO) names Yoshugo Sakashiti who he tells was CEO from Mitsubishi. I doubt that. "I embarras." the patient complained. "When pass gas, go hoonda. I embarrass. I Mitsubishi." The doctor found an abscess just inside Mr. Sakashiti's anal sphincter and told him so. "That exprain?" Asked the patient. OF COURSE that exprain. The good Doctor told the UFO: "Everybody knows abscess makes the fart go honda." A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!

He's not dead. He's in Vegas looking into the building he'D just left. And it costs a quarter now, old stew. Ketch up. m~ ittsy bitsy little d clung to the water spout A Peace Prize within minutes of Bombing the Moon. Coincidence? "Beware the Military Industrial Complex." You GO Ike!