Hank McGurk

Well played, FB. Let the “man” play. If you sit down at the table and wonder who is the sucker, it’s you. He’s controlled. I’d have so much more fun with the Europeans if they were slightly more Russian.
Put a horse in the back of your VW and drive him around, please. There’s no time to dig down this whole. Adieu Monsieur le Professeur

I thought you said “engendered”. Mind control. Sheesh. What’s it good for?

Ah, but the Good Doctor of the US Loves Censorship. For a Theosophical-Theological whatcha’ma’ call-it, Eschatological scholar? They like fun about as much as Oxford likes putting a rubber band on a horses’ nuts from behind. We got some jelly for your toast. Zeke, the icebreaker. You really have to get into the fart to smell the stink.

Begin my day with concern, when “learning” comes quoted.

I had expected you’d pick up on my external communication. You do realize I am running a system test?

A pity, I weren’t very much literate.

I thought you said “Orgasm”. Both work for me.