I dreamed that Vladimir Putin refused to return my pink eraser because he wanted to show the ultimate weapon to his enemies. There was a lady inside the cabin who had a whet stone the size of a domino on a shelf by the door and she let me have it.
Putin was polite to me, but a bit selfish, I thought.
I can't sleep because of the new episode of "My Upstairs Neighbors are Fighting Again."
They're both overweight (more her) so there's lots of stomping.
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Oh shit! She's sobbing now! The ugly cry with loud groaning, from the back of the throat.
And this is the first time I've actually heard him yelling back like this. "YOU'RE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE!"
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Election year -- They release a version of Epstein's client list but it just shows a bunch of Republicans and they will throw us a bone by throwing in a few Democrat sacrificial lambs. The rest will be kept secret.
Maybe Trump is on the list, either real or added.
Either way, the effect is the same. These days all it takes is an accusation to end someone, even if they're acquitted. And if acquitted, it's always too late to make up what was lost.
Over the years my mom's thrown out my first ball cap as a toddler, which I loved, my dad's work jacket which I wore as a teen, my desk that I had gifted to my son, and other sentimentals.
At 4 years old, my mom told me my Spider-man action figure had fallen behind a dresser (ok?). We moved from the rental house, the dresser was packed up, & Spider-man wasn't there. WTF did she do with him?
I found a NOC 1984 Secret Wars Spider-man on eBay for $200. I still remember how smooth the plastic felt.
I don't know shit. Don't listen to me.