This, is a RANT.
I am SICK, and TIRED, of SOMETHING, so I'm putting it up HERE. I feel like DOGGY POO tonight, I think I'll make myself a BARBIE DRINK.
I'm just SICK of THIS. And THAT...!!! Especially, THAT!
So, before reading on, and figuring out what EXACTLY I'm sick of, you'd better take your medication. Do you have high blood pressure? Are you diabetic? Depressed? Have S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder), B.A.D. (Borderline Affective Disorder), or M.A.D. (My Affective Disorder)? Are you hyper, or lethargic?
I just don't want any cases of sudden heart attacks or plummeting sugar levels attributed to people who were subjected to my godlessly ungodly RANT.

I want you to know, that in this RANT, I am not poking fun at anybody specific, nor at any generalized groups, and I am not going to indicate the people I am about to indicate as being at all indicative in the aforementioned matter.
People, are people, and will always be people, and you can't blame people for being people, nor for being like the people who are the people that are like the people that people have always wanted to be like.
Those I am pointing the finger which I am not pointing at, at, at, with this RANT, know who they are, and I know they know who they are, and they know that I know that they know that I like vanilla ice cream, but I am NOT, at ALL, a vanilla person, perchance, persay, methinks. I believe I am more chocolately, with a heavy infusion of berry flavor, and I want Ben & Jerry's to put me in a pint-sized container although I AM NOT A MIDGET..! and I resent, any insinuations, to the contrary.
I am, simply put, berry-flavored.
I have temporarily forever lost my lack of loss of not being a person who is not un-ticklish.
I played a Country Western song backwards, and I STILL lost my woman, my truck, my dog, and my sobriety. I didn't get ANY of it back, but I got some of it right in front.
I could go on, but I suppose I'd better get to the actual RANT
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HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!
(From the TMF's own licensed, appointed, elected, and appropriated director, dictator, and usurper of the beaurocratic board of fooldom, tomfoolery, cow-tipping, lunacy, ludicrous speed, and foolocracy)
I am SICK, and TIRED, of SOMETHING, so I'm putting it up HERE. I feel like DOGGY POO tonight, I think I'll make myself a BARBIE DRINK.
I'm just SICK of THIS. And THAT...!!! Especially, THAT!
So, before reading on, and figuring out what EXACTLY I'm sick of, you'd better take your medication. Do you have high blood pressure? Are you diabetic? Depressed? Have S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder), B.A.D. (Borderline Affective Disorder), or M.A.D. (My Affective Disorder)? Are you hyper, or lethargic?
I just don't want any cases of sudden heart attacks or plummeting sugar levels attributed to people who were subjected to my godlessly ungodly RANT.

I want you to know, that in this RANT, I am not poking fun at anybody specific, nor at any generalized groups, and I am not going to indicate the people I am about to indicate as being at all indicative in the aforementioned matter.
People, are people, and will always be people, and you can't blame people for being people, nor for being like the people who are the people that are like the people that people have always wanted to be like.
Those I am pointing the finger which I am not pointing at, at, at, with this RANT, know who they are, and I know they know who they are, and they know that I know that they know that I like vanilla ice cream, but I am NOT, at ALL, a vanilla person, perchance, persay, methinks. I believe I am more chocolately, with a heavy infusion of berry flavor, and I want Ben & Jerry's to put me in a pint-sized container although I AM NOT A MIDGET..! and I resent, any insinuations, to the contrary.
I am, simply put, berry-flavored.
I have temporarily forever lost my lack of loss of not being a person who is not un-ticklish.
I played a Country Western song backwards, and I STILL lost my woman, my truck, my dog, and my sobriety. I didn't get ANY of it back, but I got some of it right in front.
I could go on, but I suppose I'd better get to the actual RANT
...

HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!
(From the TMF's own licensed, appointed, elected, and appropriated director, dictator, and usurper of the beaurocratic board of fooldom, tomfoolery, cow-tipping, lunacy, ludicrous speed, and foolocracy)


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