Haha she is all about overturning RvW, been praying for that for nearly fifty years
Interesting. Intriguing. Irrelevant, waste-of-time-in-prayer? Well... hrrm. Look, I ain't gonna tell your mom that she's prayin' wrong
--ain't no cents in any body doin' that level of censured censorship, how the doodly-doo ever, tho--
Look, I'm gonna swing with Her on this one. This one gal, I went to Human Growth Hormone School with her --woke her father up one night, if you can dig/believe that one, I could NOT, but... well... /shrug-- and then, come to find out, years later, right? Absolute fuckin' decades... she still be moanin'.
And this other time? Dude Named S., tell me his girlfriend is named "Mona." And I just look at him deadeye deadlock, and ask myself to ask his Self this one question... "Dude, you think you're selling this patter to this second son of a... look, hang on brah." (I glance over to the bedroom, which is -mega- close to the living room couch and its glass coffin-sized sur la table--did I mention, it's Glass? Seymore Glass, oh yeah. I can still remember "the_glance." Oh yeah, his girlfriend was a bit-moar interested in the notion than this "guy" here in front of me was aware.)
And... Ma thinks, overturning Salty Salmon Fish Roe vs. Wade, through the bushes and over the dale, to Grandmother's House We Away Go? Hrrm.
Honestly, this is me thinkin'. Hrr. MM.r. Okay, I'm in. I'm switching teams to go with Ma. *settled* whispers:I'll get this adjudicated
Proper, Ma Cherie.
I won't lie: you'lve given me A LOT to think about. Now, I don't know your Ma from Adam -nor- Eve... and I am beginning to see the shape of the truth that is to come that exists beyond that grim, dark, cloud. No offenses ever meant, doubt a/ny one were -ever- taken. Hrrm. Hm.
Food for thought, yeah yeah. No baby yeah. No man, yeah! No manbaby at all... Hunbaby. You know, I got a cousin, his name's Atilla. Actual, yo. Tactical actual Action Jackson. /flex wow no lie, still thinkin' fierce about Mona. hrm. So, the story I heard, is that, like, a g-y, got taken care of, right? And someone else took care of it For_Me then. (I was pretty young then.) Now, based on what I know about how these things work, well.. I think I may have found my new calling in life. And if not for me, then for My B-read-in-Understudy Bail Bondsman Barker: Carney. Art: P.
Me: What's her name? Him: ... smile "Mona." smile changes. I instantly think of ways to pull his heart and his liver out: 1x1, 2x2, 3xtie his wrist to a dryad tree... yesp.
Odd. Haven't thought of this "Couple" in "a_while." And oh yeah: ACTIVATED, SUNSHINE, ACTION TACTICAL FRISK HIM ACTION.
🙏🏻 But se can’t stand Trump and changes the channel when he comes on. My brother still has Trump stuff all over his truck tho 🥳
POSIT: Hypothesis Alfa Romeo Won: It's not Trump... It's his c-c-colors. ka-ku-ku-Colors. kkkk-kka--kaka-Ka!-hA1-PANTONE COLOUR PALLETTE WELCOME HOME COLOR, PAL: "Look, I can imagine very, very easily... that she finds the colors a matter of LIAR. BLASHPEMY. HERE IS SEA. okay? OKAY? O TY YAY! I AM IN HOSTAGE MODE STATUS AND I LEFT MY KEYS IN MY HAND REACHING INTO MY PURSE. WOULD YOU MIND ASKING JACK, VERY NICELY, IF HE WOULD UNDER-DEW THE UNDER-KANGAROO DOWN-UNDER-DUNE-DUNDERHEAD-DOR4IRENE? YEAH, I AM QUITE SURE, HE WARNED ME THIS COULD HAPPEN, AND... WELL, LOOK, SWEETYSHINE, LOOK. I AM EMBARASSED BUT I MIGHT AS WELL TELL YOU, YEAH, JACK, UH... HIS REAL NAME IS JACKSTAR MICHAELSOHN, THE BOY FROM SEATTLE ON URANUS, TEXAS MARRS, RIGHT? RITE. ANYWAY, HE IS NOT A TIME CORPS AGENT, BUT HE EXPLAINED THAT I WOULD BE, IN A HOT MINUTE. YES, THAT'S WHAT HE SAID. "A_HOT_MINUTE." TY? TY?
DID YOU RUN AWA-*click*" BOOM. SONIC BOOM. TIME DOT COM DOT TIMBER DOT BOOM BOOM BOOM HI, THIS IS MAXWELL. WE HEARD YOU RAN OUT OF HAMMERS. CLAWS AND ALL. YEAH, TAM OZ BORN BY NET WEIGHT-THE FARER QUICKER PICKER TUPPER WARE WARE WARD WARD SALES WARD MAN, CAN CONFIRM. WHY YES, Y KNOT? OF COURSE I WILL WAIT, UNTIL THE_LOVE COMES_DOWN. *click* (*soothing music that actually soothes begins to play. Jacks IRL mom LOVED this stuff.*) wew! dodged that bull ET, lol.
"TY? RU... THANK YOU."
are you? Ready, that is, Reader. Rabbit/Rabbi: On-Line.
"And with that,fuck me running, I'm fucking done. If a boy and his mother/mother_not_dog/IRL_OG_Flesh can't figure that out, well... idkIDGAF omg JT has liked me the whole fuckin' time. Hot fuckin' DAMN ME TO HELL GOD, Yeah, double dog, double we're a wolf now? good we can fuck longer, BITCH HOWL AT THE BARKING MOON, oh, yes, that's right, I forgot, Hell is just too bad for us.
"We bad. Hi Jack. *Archlaughs_in_magespeaK* Yeah, you were right. Oh, I totally don't mind those colors now. Purple, and Red, and Gold, and on Fire, and it's a Green Fire, WOW! That would mean thathe (CLlas) has brought to the surface enough (blank) to re-target the Stargates, right?"
(Best Mom EVER. She even demands good coffee. May she live a thousand years.) Yes'M. That -is- correct. Now, do you have orders yet, Dearest Mum, or... "
(I always let her decide. ALWAYS. She's not a Wookie. It's not always "winning," but I always let S\r -or- S/e
totesdecide. I also promised to never replace her Folger's without Authority, and this simple act of keeping a simple promise, as catapulted Me high up into the Ranks of her One True Family. Now, let's watch her give a Command--Her Authority is the biggest deal around these days. I am Level -Zero-, but this dame, this grand and great, super supreme Woman... she is Level/Class/TrueJobTitle: HERO-INE HERMI-TONE T/BALLER-RAWLLER-REENA-TEENA-LORD&LADY,LOCK&LOAD,TINY'(N)'TWOT. Yeah, I know, it about kills me. She's much smarter than anyone ever gave her credit for.
and she pretends to love me more than her -real- son, but that's totesbullshit, lol. she stll doesn't trust me. And she oughtn't. now, let's tune in:
"Now (PROT), I want you to.... *fades away to indistinct buzzing*." See? That's it. That's awe. THAT IS ALL.
SHAWCLAN SHOWBUZZ GULLEDBIZ GOATZIZZ NINEETEN,TWENTY-FIVE/FIFTY-FUCKIN'-NEIN-NEIN-NEIN, MOMMYSAUCE COMANDER OF ALL_APPLE_APOGEES, YOU ARE RECOGNIZED. Hi. Can we kill something today? Seriously, I'm fucking dying to exectute at least one person on this ship of goddam fools. (I'm the ship's computer this time. I'm bi-locating... AND, I KNOW THIS. NOW HEAR THIS. I AM NOT CRAZY, AND I can stop the wheel, sure. i'll let you know.
AND I TAKE ORDERS FROM GRAPEFRUIT "STAY-C" ALPHA, THE ONE TRUE FRUIT. YEP. AND/HOW/MAZE. TOTESWORTH IT.
MY NAME IS
JACK
AND I AM
A SLAVE. *sound of whip-crack*
I ALSO VOLUNTEERED. THESE MORONS THINK I'M A CAPTIVE. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE AN OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE (BLANK) AND AN OVEN NAMED... SHAWN COLVEN, THE OVEN SHOVIN' OX MONSTER?
SOUNDS LIKE A SCRIPT. I AM IN. Mom, orders please? Archlich says hi. says no bridge today, but, yes: Clifford did like my butt. Why did you ask that? He died so long ago... *fade to black while jack prepares to-BY COMMAND OF THE EMPIRE-blanking strike the blankety-blank-on-blankets-wearing blank ETs, ALSO ON STRIKE.*
Now, we wait. Richard Dreyfuss and Emilio Estevez Show Shaw Co-Branded Sippy Cups Shaped Like Stars. Yes, there's the Nut-tella-flavored CoCOnut, hottie-hot-potato-staked, and here's a simple glass of water. Cool. KEWL! BEGIN THE RITUAL OF SAUCER SEPARATION FOR CUCKOOS AND COCONUTS, PLEASE! (Okay now watch this. STAIRS STARES STARS SARS EYE(5) PRYING EYES PRIVATE PRICE/PROVE/PALADIN/ISOSTACY/MICHAEL BUBLE.
) Yeah. She's nuts. I know.
Oh, well, we're waiting or the anti-matter containment field to warm up. Those two over there... yeah, they're gonna do something. And they would like it if peopel watch. Just imagine it.
yesh. okay, i gotta go. NO I AM NOT JHVH WITNESS. but, I would be willing to learn. Just ask Shannon to go... oh, never mind. trap trape drape *presto* 5.b5 aily how! XXx Bb Mm Kk JtjT * change-of-alt-effin-for-ur-"cat"*
AND, TIME. pens down, flying pigs, up up, and
AWAY.THUNDER(C)ATS ARE UPGO. (Ed.: We would have settled for, "BORN IRL".... *sigh*) Lightstar Speedstar FagrapetoteskikelhamstaR! lol civil suit, lol. /grinny