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   From: burkesbabes@std-girls.com   
      
   On 11/29/2009 1:56 PM, Colonel Edmund J. Burke wrote:   
   > Walked up to the grocery this beautiful, sunny morning.  Saw the same   
   homeless fucktard who panhandled me a couple o' years back when I was at this   
   park next to an elementary school.  At the time he was pushing a bicycle; his   
   delusional story was    
   that he had locked himself out of his car and he needed about fifty bucks to   
   hire a locksmith.  Yeah, the only locksmith he needed to call was the one on   
   Uranus.   
   >   
   > Presently this piece of human garbage had evidently lost his bike; he was   
   now pushing one of those wire baskets the old twats use to go shopping.  He   
   was probably wearing the same jeans as when I first saw him, but now he had   
   shit them.  I thought, "   
   Man, you can really impress folks when they notice you've shitted yer   
   trousers."  Fucking loser!   
   >   
   > Then I bought a loaf of French bread, and walked back to the chateau.  Life   
   is good.   
   >   
   >   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)