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I really expected more from you, Trot. You sound like you’re stuck in a feedback loop. That the people who eventually came to control Germany in the 1930’s believed such things is fact. Read a bunch of history books that you apparently don’t know about, and deal.
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I am suddenly curious as to how to pronounce that appropriately…you hold the note for how many seconds…?
You don’t hold the note. Instead, you warble and screech uncontrolably. It helps if you flip passerby off with both hands while scowling at their abdomens.
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To bring up an auto racing euphemism…
Seeing Trotsky wobble on the lead, dives low, and takes lead between one and two, at the south end of the Track…and pulls away from Trot’s sputtering misfires.
Why abdomens?
If you scowled at their faces, you might make eye contact, and then they would steal your soul through your eyes.
The sheer amount of hilarity and wit in this post (and others like it) is incomprehensible by the human mind.
(No, seriously, its pretty damn funny)
The hilarity I will concede. How it makes him sound like anything but a verbal ostrich, unfortunately beyond my indeed limited powers of understanding.
verbal hippo, mind you.
Verbal zing. Also, I appreciate it whenever someone recognizes that the word “verbal” is not a synonym for “oral”.
I bet it’s the Illuminati.
Oops, I mean:
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