Monday, April 01, 2019

DON'T PROTECT THEIR BRAINS, JUST JAR THEM

Unless your bottom is blue, you aren't a Scotsman. So no fair acting like William Wallace. And claiming that cold enough weather will make your cheeks change colour is NOT something I wish to know. Anyway, we'll turn up the heat; that way your glutei maximi won't be Celtic.

And I hope you enjoy that cigar.

Sometimes the regular lizards in the back are too weird to be from Marin County, and one necessarily doubts that they're even from this planet.

There's trailer parks all over America where this goes like hotcakes.


One of those individuals now has the marvelous idea to remake the movie 'King Kong', only this time with a happy ending for the monkey.
That way the animal rights people will love it and be quiet.
He wants to cast Angelina Jolie as the female lead.
And, consequently, I heard a lot about her.



By (reversibly) blocking the neurotransmitter adenosine's receptors and increasing general alertness and excitability, caffeine has a profound effect on the brain. It is mildly protective or preventive against Parkinsons disease, and when you throw nicotine into the mix -- which may quite possibly have slowing or protective effects against the onset of Alzheimers -- you have a potent cocktail that sparks those with fragile minds. These two substances are the most popular psychoactive substances in America.

Both can have mild benefits in certain cognetive disorders.

We need to somehow limit their use among retired people.
I prefer the old farts in back to be somnolescent.
Instead of alert, and wired to the tits.
With freezing flabby arses.


Adding cookies or pizza is a recipe for disaster.


I am not interested in Angelina Jolie's cup size.




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