the emperor who pays for his office as the highest bidder is . . . the biggest traitor!
If I just got back from a month long car ride and I had two or three moments of your time, and knew nothing because my car radio was broken . . . what would you tell me in as few words as possible?
I didn't ask you nor did my fictional car ride 'waste gas'. The tradition of epic journey is ancient.
you make it 'wasting gas'
gee, Mary and Joseph wasted a lot of grass by taking a camel to Eygpt with the baby Jesus.
camels chew and eat grass and then something else comes out their . . .
do you have sauce?
Elizabeth Hurley is often cited for . . . and I don't know about that but . . .
there was a scene at the start of the sequel where they destroyed any chance that she'd have a further role in the series (to my disappointment at the time, because sidekicks shouldn't be so easy to dispose of in a series of movies . . . )
anyhoo it turns out that she was fembot!
(spoiler) a fembot who had . . . well you could just watch it.
anyway 'she had big guns' and they were machine guns.
they wasted a perfectly good chance to get her to be in the second movie and show some equality between the sexes.
Butt-in-ski, I don't need any ideas for an article. I was hoping that cryptic anon would have some easy narrative that we, all anon, could use to quickly red pill others.
and you butted and and try to cast me as a villain.
it's your fault that you label people and use the 'we' when it doesn't apply.
there is an episode of 'The Brady Bunch' television show where they have a measle's party (if my memory serves me)
you crossed a line there. My inner tyrrant stays in his closet . . .
I don't let him out.
what you got was my inner 'gee I'm looking for input , what is happening, someone says he knows and belittles someone else and I ask 'be terse and spill'
and I get 'oh you bitch. you tyrannt, how dare you want to know what is habbening when someoen brag-boasts 'you better know there bucker-toldya, no I dint'
so no one has spilled except for the tidbit about supposedly someone got news from a friend who knows a service man who says that some base that I know not where they got an email, alledgedly.
and that's more trustworthy than someone saying 'you don't know what's going on do you'
and me saying 'spill it, be terse'
and than all these anon saying 'we don't write your stories for you reporter guy'
and I say 'I don't need you to give me any ideas' and then think 'how vain of me' but it's true too.
any hoo, my take: hurry up and wait, same old same old. Free beer tomorrow.
have a great rest of the bread and on, into the merry evening through all throughout the night and do enjoy your guests and kin with whom you cohabit, Tate.