What the fuck is
 

Who was driving the bus?

Must-see movie
 

No. As it happens, even my indifference is doused.

Would everyone please let me know you're ok?
 

The day always starts shitty on the train, where I'm faced with decrepit, sagging, stained, wrinkled, rotted, festering, cancered, crippled, beaten, dejected reminders of the shit highway we all face...

How's that?

But it gets better...

I usually feel better once society is removed from my view. I can sit behind my computer, take calls from jackasses and read about what The Prince has fucked up this week. Occasionally, a whole lotta people die somewhere, and it forces my gaze from The Shit. Yes, in a twisted way, reading about a tragedy is an escape... beats bickering with dickheads, no?

But I take my check, hop back on the train and, do it again. Repetition. Boredom. Drudge work for the money... the modern condition... No way to fight it. I like to eat well. Gas is pricey.

I should have died of that blow induced heart attack I had senior year... I looked out over the ocean and thought, "Fuck, this will be a terrible end..." No. No it wouldn't have been... But what the fuck did I know? I was just another asshole kid who never thought "work" would ever really happen to me... Whatever. Who am I kidding? It was a panic attack... I wasn't dying. God had way more punishment in mind for me...

A bullet in the head? I'd love one every now and again. But I don't have the guts. Now, if I could hire someone to take me out at a time when I wasn't expecting it... when I got too old... I might not mind that. Anything to stop this maddeningly dull life.

Dropped with one slug from a high powered rifle I never saw coming - my brains all over a pack of worthless slugs around me trudging from the train.

That I could hack. Just gimme five more years to try to do it myself with liquor.

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Have a nice day!

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In your heart you know this, but you eventually recognize you are a woman living in a man's body. Post surgary I really only know what I read in the papers. You are now struggling on the LPGA senior tour.
In interviews you claim to be happy even thoguh you keep missing cuts.

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So all I need is TITS?

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You could also stand to lose a few pounds. And work on your voice.

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I can't do Steve Perry, but I do a dead on Bon Scott.

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I was going to title the original post "Has Anyone Seen Sebby This Morning?" but thought that would be too easy.

Here in NYC there's at least a chance you'll go out in a blaze of glory when that wild-eyed dude finally pulls the cord on the lumpy backpack he's been fidgeting with . . .

Or I could just get another job.

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And a serious pedicure.
You never really liked the look of that penis anyway.
And wax the knuckles.

What the fuck is
 

I am fed up with your actions on the PB. If it matters. Which I assume it doesn't. Unless you are still holding out hope that someday I will again acknowledge your former crush.

I, like RT, am more willing to stop reading the PB than I am to continue scrolling through your highlighted, italicized idiocy. Maybe someone will let me know if and when you ever cut it.

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I don't think he'd want the roast beef, though. Maybe they could do a Barbie for his genital area.

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You will join me in my quasi-retirement sooner than you think. One can eat remarkably well on leetle money in the Third World, while continuing to abuse the body with liquor (among other things).

What the fuck is
 

I miss your point. The issue is relevant to the debate. Ty provides lenghty blogster posts that are little more than opinion pieces. the highlighted and italicised posts are from news web sites. the highlights are for the purpose of addressing the issue that is being discussed. If you disagree with the facts or with the analysis of the facts then post a response, but to dismiss the discussion of valid specific issue in what is broader political issue (notwithstanding the human tragedy) is ridiculous.

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The more I look around, the more I see your wisdom.

Its about time to get off Treadmill Island.