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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 156 of 307 Joe, look what wreckage befalls me today because I love you. You want me to marry. I would marry this woman if she stood up right here and just took me by the hand. Kids and all and the weird city in which she chooses to reside. But I am doomed because she has given me the "you're one of them look" and now she will be polite and disappear. And why? Because of you! Followers! What gives you the right to scream that our small, if lovely and complicated, population has the key to all of it! We do not make up even one single percent of the world's population! Not a single percent. Get this followers and do the math! We do not even make up a half a percent! Oh hear these cries from behind my eyes Ares and make war on my state if this woman gets suddenly polite to me. Aphrodite, send your sons with their quivers here to Reno and send them now because I will never be sitting in this seat again. "No, I've heard of Ephraim.," The stink-look did not go away. It was as if there was doodie in a diaper. As if her plate had turned to diapy-doodie. Gods high on Mount Olympus let me not rot! I evoke you into existence the very way Joseph evoked the Golden Plates and Moroni and a battle on our continent that involved over two million swords and yet not a shred of archaeological evidence can be found to substantiate the story! Athena, I need no evidence to prove you. Lend me your wisdom and courage! |