Monthly Archives: July 2016
Sorry but I won’t tolerate anyone using the death of their son, daughter, whatever as a useful political tool for a rotten, lying, criminal bitch like Hillary Clinton. The muslim scold and his toad wife can shove their bullshit propaganda up their islamic asses.
And the Media…the corrupt liars are surprising no one. It won’t work this time. Trump plays by different rules. They dance for him – and they don’t even know it. I still hate their sorry guts.
UPDATE: Later, back in the room…
I spent the better part of Sat night and Sunday morning barfing. When I wasn’t barfing I was drenched in sweat. Changed my t-shirt 6 times. Slept in a recliner in my man cave/garage because the in home AC was freezing me at 78. Couldn’t keep any liquids down and had no appetite for food. Barfed up my meds. Had a persistant abdominal pain – it wouldn’t let up. That’s why I call it persistent.
Went to the ER and got right in, amazingly. My BP was 225/112 so that helped expedite me. I was dehydrated. They gave me Dilaudid and 2 liters of precious bodily fluids and a CAT scan of my pelvic components – I waited patiently while they fetched the longer lens. We were done in 5 minutes. Go ahead and laugh…I was near death but ha-ha-ha.
So the Doc came in after and said I have Killary Stones attacking my kidneys. That bitch! The very idea! So I says “Let’s get those Ho’s out of there!” But he says I can push them out eventually…by myself. Through. My. Johnson. The dear sweet appendage to which I offer daily love and affection will, someday soon, be gnawed at by nasty little rocks with huge overbites. He gave me paper funnels with screens in the bottom, so I might catch the little peterorites as they exit my inflamed urethra. He gave me 4. Perhaps I’m supposed to rinse them out for re-use? My hope is the Drug Store has them by the box, so I can keep them at my desk.
Well anyway, I’m feeling much better now and thought I’d let everyone know I’m not yet dead. Because I’m not, yet.