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Edited on Fri Jun-24-05 02:42 AM by queeg
The way I figure it, I own the place. The freepers want to jail me or take away my rights, and like Mao said, they understand only that power comes from the barrel of a gun. --
So let's call it maybe what it is---you take me out, and it's Mutually assured destruction time here at the old Queeg homestead. Just owning a gun doesn't seem to be enough anymore, so I'm gonna step it up ----
I baked a lemon cake earlier so with that yellow cake in hand, I am at least as far along as Iraq was. I have a couple old aluminum tubes from when I took the curtains down in the back room, and I'm gonna dig out my old copies of the Progressive where they published all the plans. I am a pert fair mathematician, and they always say that modern computers have more computing power than those used to design bombs in the 50's --so I just move the solitare window to the side and figure I'll whip up some bomb plans in Excel.
And if the bomb doesn't make it I figure my chemical weapons plant that's brewin' under the sink for the past couple weeks --that'll get 'em---I really ought to take out the trash more often, but hooo baby it stinks under there---I need to look up if you can mildew someone to death.
EDIT---later this same evening--- Damn-it the wife is screaming from the other room---
She says a Lemon cake isn't the same thing as yellow-cake, and I ain't gonna blow up any freepers with that Duncan-Hines---
Shit, I think I burned the cake --and taking it out of the oven it was perfectly wicked lookin' ---perfect Nuke-o bomb makin' ingreedients if I say so myself.
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