The Stories of a Musician in Oklahoma
Oh yeah well the Jerk Store called, they're running out of you! A modest man, who has much to be modest about.Everyone who loves you is wrong. You are full of potential and always will be. I have a lot of free time, but you're still a waste of my time. You look like I need a drink You have never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary. Thank you for your comment on my blog; I'll waste no time reading it. He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know. He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... For support rather than illumination. You're like summer, no class.
Your logic works about as well as a 1982 Chrysler made on a Friday.The relevance of your argument ranks somewhere in between baton twirling and a human pyramid.
Are your maladjusted anti-social tendencies the product of your berserk pituitary gland?
Your are extracting your entire model from your rectum, and using pseudophilosophical obfuscation and metaphysical navel-gazing to support an unsupportable argument.
"It was a one in a million shot, Doc! (of philosophy)"
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