this emerson is the kind of slander
that will get him in trouble
and its not even slightly funny
i can tell he is probably a mess
and a casualty insomuch as he is ready to be checked into the place that
defoliates bigots
and no amount of education could get back what he could have had
if you just had a nice bone in that skeleton that is full of dirty teeth
how can he think he can hate in a public space
we are peaceful here
get out man
you are not sharing
you are lashing out
bye bye
emerson
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"Emerson Wainwright" <emersonwainright@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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babies, greasy diners and other tidbits
Yes it's Emerson and yes I'm back to express my opinions on several
hot topics germane to the here and now. First, nigs on welfare.
Because these women can't seem to understand the concept of using
birth control and because they appear all too eager to spread their
legs for any Tom, Dick or Demetrius, our government is left footing
the bill for the resulting future car thieves. A solution? Cut off all
benefits after 1 year. Educate the ones who want it so they can find a
real job and above all, keep up with current affairs in our nation's
welfare program. There is no shortage of liberal ass polyps in suits
out there lobbying for even more rights for these lazy sloths.
Next up, greasy diners. I've eaten at my fair share of them while out
on the road and for the most part, they offer a pretty good selection
of Americana food however it was my recent misfortune to run across a
diner named "Juanito's", a former 1950's shotgun style home converted
into a Mexican diner. "I'll take the enchilada special" sez I to my
clearly brain dead waiter. What the heck. I'll try it and see how they
are. Bad move. Within 30 minutes of ingestion, I found myself cutting
high- pitched farts with a serious side affect. They were wet ones. I
was given a most unwelcome squishy reminder of my meal when I rose
from my booth to pay the little mongrel behind the counter and walk
out to my car. I nigger rigged a man kotex out of kleenex and pushed
it between my ass cheeks to sop up the remnants of those brown blasts.
The moral of the story? Be ready for gastric distress when trying out
someplace new, especially if the owners don't have a green-card.
I said it, you read it and I remain....
Emerson Wainwright
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