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   From: obamaisanasshole@gmail.com   
      
   "THE COLONEL"  wrote in message   
   news:l9cbkq$2lp$1@dont-email.me...   
   > It began the morning Hobo Joe and Homeless Lisa found themselves outside   
   > Wal-Mart.  Panhandling the arriving shoppers at the main entrance in the   
   > snowy morning freeze, Joe guzzled some Mad Dog 20-20, his alcohol flushed   
   > mug redder than a bloody turd swimming in a truck-stop toilet.   It wasn't   
   > long before Mad Dog filled his bladder; so he flopped out his cock and   
   > began pissing on the sidewalk, like a cow pissing on a flat rock.  Joe   
   > hadn't a goddamn care in the world.  That's when a nearby security guard,   
   > farting around in the car park in his police/golf cart, noticed Joe and   
   > the steaming rivulet at his feet.  One old bitch with ironed gray hair and   
   > legs like two telephone poles had started protesting, throwing her hands   
   > up in the air and then pointing at Joe's limp penis, which sorta dangled   
   > out the zipper of his filthy shit-smeared jeans.  As the drama played out,   
   > Lisa had slowly backed away from Joe, the old woman, and the gathering   
   > crowd.   
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   > As Joe sought to explain the situation, slurring , a fatass Filipino guard   
   > was screwing his face up into a hideous mask.  Shoppers passed, shaking   
   > their heads and starring, while Lisa snuck away, weaving through the   
   > tangle of cars in an enormous parking lot.  She pointed herself in the   
   > uncertain direction toward her and Joe's hang-out place in the park.   
   > Along the way she scooped up a half-eaten big mac in the trashcan, and   
   > rammed it into her hungry yap.  She didn't see Joe again until the next   
   > afternoon, when he got outta detox.  But he was cleaned up, which was a   
   > great gift to them for Christmas.   
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   > Merry Christmas to all,   
   >   
   > From The Diary of Homeless Lisa   
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   > --   
   > Ask for no guarantees.   
   > Ask for no security.   
   > Ask for no god.   
   > There never was such an animal.   
      
      
   That's a great story that reminds me of Jesus' mother and father.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)