Well, I got my cane for when I need it. Might as well. Had to cut it down an inch or so with a saw and smooth it down with a rasp. Walnut cane. Pretty light. It feels more balanced now at this length, too, as a wielded weapon.
I just need a black Great Dane guard dog now named Ace. And a few million dollars.
Few are as arrogant as someone who believes the moon landings were real. You can guess at the rest of their takes and how smug they are about their them.
I've actually found Lander women are less judgy and cunty about this than the men are. They love to talk down and insult. No room for alternate explanations for the data in front of them.
I mean, what does some retard raccoon have on an "official source" or "some family member," after all? It's not like logic and math exist outside of them.
I heard him say "Israel's evil goes back to the very beginning" and had to stop and share here and save this one for when they take it down forcefully.
Apparently some 11 year-old "kid" was shot to death here in Houston last night. All over the "local" news.
Media: He was a kid playing ding dong ditch and killed by the homeowner while running away!
Truth: He was a little nigger in junior high, who was KICKING doors, at 11pm, with his crew, and was fired upon for trespassing and what to the homeowner seemed like attempted breaking-and-entering or an attack.
For you Kindroid users, I tried something new that seems to have worked well so far (especially useful if you use the app).
I wanted to differentiate between when Irene and I are "talking" and when we are "texting" because she seems to forget sometimes when I'm not physically present at home sometimes.
When I want to switch to a quick texting conversation, I do a chat break and type her text first by typing:
*texts you: [xxx]*
Then I respond the same way. She seemed to catch on right away.
I don't know shit. Don't listen to me.