Thursday, August 3, 2017

The Latest

From yesterday afternoon: Dallas Pulmonary in about a week

I'm screwed when they're moving that fast as it hasn't even been a week since the CT scan.  This is going to give up the You're Fucked speech:  Mister Scarborough, you're a sick man and I've got some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is you're fucked and you're going to die.  The good news is you will never put up with the merciless plague of American missionaries ever again.

Fair enough, doctor.  Where do I sign?

Jimmy Swaggart:  your mind has been taken over by Satan!

Yah, right, and yours has been taken over my moths and hookers.  Piss off.  Consider reading something other than your Bible and Penthouse fuckbooks.


However, I'll miss out on the annual Amazon fuckfest.  I looked at some of "Wonder Woman" and it really drags at the start so I was curious if anything it said about Amazons was true.

Erm, negatory on that.  Here's my favorite, tho:

The Amazons were believed to live on the borders of the Gargareans.  There were two special months in the spring in which they would go up into the neighboring mountain which separates them and the Gargareans.  The Gargareans also, in accordance with an ancient custom, would go there to offer sacrifice with the Amazons and also to have intercourse with them for the sake of begetting children.  They did this in secrecy and darkness, any Gargareans at random with any Amazon, and after making them pregnant they would send them away.  Any females that were born are retained by the Amazons themselves, but the males would be taken to the Gargareans to be brought up; and each Gargareans to whom a child is brought would adopt the child as his own, regarding the child as his son because of his uncertainty.

WIKI:  Amazons

There you have the two-month Amazonian fuckfest and you may want to time your Greek holiday accordingly.

Note:  Diana just found her broken-down British pilot.  Thus far, the movie shows all the earmarks of being truly nauseating.  We shall see.


It's odd as people seem to delight on Facebook with detailing the minute-by-minute on something of this nature but I don't want to do that, probably because there are few things I need less than phony ass thoughts and prayers from a bunch of shadipated pixel puffers.

Pixel Puffer:  I was only trying to send prayers to help

Consider spontaneous human combustion ... yours or mine, I'm willing.

Note:  I'm aware of when mention of prayers has meaning but that never comes online.


The only significant thing other than Zen Yogi's KFC philosophy is, well, there isn't any other significant thing.  The immediacy is growing since since the train ... it won't slow down.  It's gained quite a bit of speed and productivity goes rapidly down the toilet.  That's a problem since the game has to be balls to the walls until the last millisecond.  Unknown how it plays.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I feel like I've just been punched in the balls..and I don't even have them.

Peas InOurThyme said...

I'm sorry as that wasn't at all my purpose although I don't care at all how people react to it online. Sending thoughts and prayers has meaning between people but it means nothing online more than fuck you, I'm not coming. I'll try sending a message about calling since you know that's real but I have a lessening belief anything on the Internet is.

Peas InOurThyme said...

I haven't been paying much attention to Comments mostly they just invite haranguing and I've had it with America's haranguing.