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The ghost of troubled Mr. Smith (in cognito)
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...why in Estonia they say hey you, big fat pig, you fat pig.
On my way to work this mornin I walked past that mad fella on the corner thats been goin around with his "the end is nigh" sandwhich board over his head for the last few years...this mornin he wasn't shouting or wailin just standin there with a smug grin on his face pointing at his sandwhich board which now reads "told ya so". I then went to the park on me lunch and couldnt find a seat because all the benches where taken up by people hiding under them looking skyward...Get the impression somethings changed, or even worse NOT changed?
Oh dear America, I feel like your the friend that told the local bully where I hide my lunch money...In me jock strap...and now he's on the way to get it.
Thats my 2 cents about the situation...now, I'm off to hide under the nearest upturned bath-tub in anticipation of the bomb, the bomb, the bomb etc. (and not the good kind that will bring us together like in that lovely happy song by that nice 80's band.)
On my way to work this mornin I walked past that mad fella on the corner thats been goin around with his "the end is nigh" sandwhich board over his head for the last few years...this mornin he wasn't shouting or wailin just standin there with a smug grin on his face pointing at his sandwhich board which now reads "told ya so". I then went to the park on me lunch and couldnt find a seat because all the benches where taken up by people hiding under them looking skyward...Get the impression somethings changed, or even worse NOT changed?
Oh dear America, I feel like your the friend that told the local bully where I hide my lunch money...In me jock strap...and now he's on the way to get it.
Thats my 2 cents about the situation...now, I'm off to hide under the nearest upturned bath-tub in anticipation of the bomb, the bomb, the bomb etc. (and not the good kind that will bring us together like in that lovely happy song by that nice 80's band.)
