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“THE
CHEMTRAILS ARE BACK” UPON ME MAJOR, STARTING YESTERDAY; TO QUOTE
YOU, OH GREAT MAN OF ANESTHESIA, MIKE KELLY, OF PHILADELPHIA; AND
ONCE AUTHOR OF THE GREAT NEWSLETTER CALLED, “SECRETS OF THE NEXT
DIMENSION”.
“THE
CHEMTRAILS ARE BACK” UPON ME MAJOR, STARTING YESTERDAY; TO QUOTE
YOU, OH GREAT MAN OF ANESTHESIA, MIKE KELLY, OF PHILADELPHIA; AND
ONCE AUTHOR OF THE GREAT NEWSLETTER CALLED, “SECRETS OF THE NEXT
DIMENSION”.
“THE
CHEMTRAILS ARE BACK” UPON ME MAJOR, STARTING YESTERDAY; TO QUOTE
YOU, OH GREAT MAN OF ANESTHESIA, MIKE KELLY, OF PHILADELPHIA; AND
ONCE AUTHOR OF THE GREAT NEWSLETTER CALLED, “SECRETS OF THE NEXT
DIMENSION”.
   
THAT
GOD DAM DONNA WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!
And
I used to laugh and mock at her great statement.
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY ALSO, TO ALL GREAT CONCEPTIONS!
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER
52
So
keep fucking bringing it on, YO, lovely lovely Dawn!!!
Doctor,
doctor, tell me the news. I am sitting here in town singing
Chemtrails Blues!!!!!!
Even
Professor Einstein, and his parallel universe twin, Doctor
Mayohold, cannot begin to understand what people like THE PRINCE
and I both know, fuck the king and I, and for that matter, fuck
Dawn,which I'd be glad to do by the way if she was still around,
as why not, she totally FUCKED ME? And then there is Queen
Patty-Paula and her pal Donald's pappy, who both hated the
Gottwald family and I guess the Huntington branch as well, for
denying that loan in the sixties to daddy boy. Grudges, fun for
innocent fucking descendants to end up bearing the fuckiGN cunt
crosses of, YO!!!!!! SPACER-HACKING, word disappearing-hacking, it
is all major fucking bad for me today,along with the fucking
chemtrails, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!!
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THE
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THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB,
YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
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are lots of great YOUTUBE SITES good folks, use them, or just stay
stupid, that's entirely up to you, BRO!
CHEMTRAIL
AND SKY ATTACKS, ARE NO EXCEPTION TO THAT RULE,
WHATSOEVER, YO YO YO YO!!!!
AUGUST
28, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-87/L-71).
HUMIDITY
IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 96 DEGREES.
WIND
IS E AT 7, WITH SMALL GUSTING TO 8.
PREDICTED
HIGH TEMPERATURE TODAY IS 92.
Come
on kind people, take a leap of faith, that just mother
fuckiGN cunt eating maybe, I AM RIGHT, AND SO ARE MY CLAIMS AND MY
SIX DECADE LONG LIFE STORIES, YO YO!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ Almighty
mother fucking GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM SO MOTHER FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS CUNT CHEWING 30
YEAR STOCK MARKET PROBLEM I AM HAVING,
THAT I READY TO MOTHER FUCKIGN GO OUT, FIND THESE BASTARDS DOING THIS
TO ME, AND OFF THEM ONE BY MOTHER FUCKING ONE, KIND SHERIFF. BUT
MY SIKE DOCKS WILL MEDICATE ME FIRST,
SO NO WORRIES ON YOUR PART, GREAT WONDERFUL SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! MAJOR FUCKING COMPUTER HACKING FROM MY
WEALTHY DIRT BALL HACKER PALS, HUH MISTER FUCKING NON-STAR TREK
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and you get the general idea!!!!
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If
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resolved in September. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, is my life an unrelenting
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Gawky
Gaukauk said PCN-844 for why this is all going down recently. Most of
my followers know this is a very powerful number, and that my kid
must be really pissed off at me. Hey, like I asked for any of this
myself, W-O-W this crap, YO!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
CHAPTER
51
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
One
of the reasons I cannot get this mother fuckiGN shit against me
stopped legally, is that in order to bring the billionaire's doing
this to me to justice and imprisoned, they first would need to be
stripped from their power. This is the very same reason why the great
forerunner says what he does, and he is telling it all totally
straight up and true. He of all people knows, and should know, and
even admits to knowing it and using it if you study this campaign
with any real open mindedness and in light of my ten years of blogs
and connecting it all together; that the reason he can be the
greatest and make all these changes, just as he can ruin lives of
those he wishes to, is sheer total unstoppable power! This man is as
honest and as evil, as the world could possibly know. I have been on
the wrong end of his gun for three decades now, and counting, good
old (7+12) + (7x12), not a wonderful year for me when looking back at
how the year before it as well as two years ahead of it, would all
combine to play out a nightmare of totally fucking inconceivable
bullshit. But another piece of equation comes into play, perhaps the
most difficult of all, at least for me doing it and not paying mere
fucking lip service to it. This is sort of like properly playing a
parallel event method at the only way to truly defeat
casino-roulette, and I never could maintain this proper play, and it
is indeed extremely difficult to do, but not impossible. Nothing is
impossible, merely some things begin to increase towards an infinite
zero chance of possibility. Still, as with nuclear decaying half-life
in the science of atomic elemental decay, after enough time goes by,
the numbers grow infinitesimally small as opposed to just a quarter
or a sixteenth, and so forth. This all fits into a statement made one
day in early 1992 while I was living at Patricia Meeker's rental-home
on Route #561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I telephoned the
ADA-Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior at his office one winter morning, and
never forgot how he told me that I may need to help myself by not
feeding th emonster, and trying instead to starve it, by not giving
it th energy it needs and wants in order to rip my life apart. No one
can of course ignore it if a person throws gasoline all over you and
lights a flame thrower and shoots it at you. However, things as big
as that are not happening, and again with that mathematical example
given, and especially when looking back in hindsight after huge death
sieges do indeed come on me; it is always less of a true hell than it
appears to be while suffering through it,and also, the very worst the
Mili-2-Force can throw at you is extreme property damage that is
costly, or a very rare day such as August 2, 1996; the day that my
mother and I were stalked and terrorized by some man of Indian
descent, as in the nation India, not Native American folks. This as
most of you know occurred while I was attempting to find a place to
record my newly written song back on 12 May, called Sarah, in 1996,
and escalated into proportions not fathomable by ordinary folks not
experiencing a true nightmare at the hands of those powerful scum bag
jerk off monsters as described by New Jersey licensed realtor of
1988, Mister Scott Ransom.
Let
me try and tie this all together, now that I laid its foundation down
for you all, YO! Why do my systems crash and burn, whether it would
be real games at real gambling houses, or paper games played at home?
First, they do, and for all paranoid less experienced gambler types
out here, I assure you that in all my experiences, legitimate casinos
may cheat with methods and tactics like getting players drunk and
distracting them with gorgeous cocktail server ladies, and so forth,
and a zillion other little 'tricks and ops', but they DON'T CHEAT,
there are no hidden magnets, no mother-boards, nothing like that, and
they do not need to do this an risk losing their license from the
CCC. They depend on their VIG or the legal amount of fixed advantage
built into every slot machine and every table game imaginable. The
hackers by the way are not operating the SPACE-HACK, but instead they
are using its inverted NO-SPACE hack, where words string together
even though you know you are hitting the spacing bar correctly, as
in, 'Iknow that I amhitting thespacing barcorrectly'; and you get the
general fuckiGN idea here, hopefully, peeps, YO!!!!! But back on
pernt now, Archie Queens; they have their legal advantage on any game
or machine, called their VIG. They also have with many players that
they get to know, and perhaps don't like, but they cannot really bar;
as only counters of cards can be
legally barred, or so I've been told, so this is hearsay
information; but instead, they can
use Parallel Event. First they get to know if there are any
songs that you don't like or artists, and over their Public-Address
systems, when you make a bet, they play these things or just turn up
the volume, especially when a sizable bet is placed on a table, such
as with me at a roulette table, between 1983 and 1986 when this was
at its height. They would play Blue Eyed Frankie who I cannot stand
and they know it. They did this at the Golden Nugget that once was in
Atlantic City and now is only in Vegas, and made me lose on 50-50
chance bets not including their VIG of course, 32 straight bets in a
row, back in 1983 on mother fuckiGN nightmare hellish HALLOWEEN-DAY,
and I didn't feel too dam merry about that one, IPYT folks. This was
the turning point with me that led to my first bankruptcy in the
summer time in 1984. There are many other ways to make a player
unhappy besides using music, and many people don't have songs or
artists that they wish would go jump off a cliff so this would be a
moot point anyway that is completely irrelevant. If they really want
to and it is worth the trouble to these billionaire casino owners,
they can cause roads to be closed, or the Chris
Christie Bridge Syndrome, that I had to deal with
continuously, when I was living up in Jersey, and they can use the
road, and drivers, and even people if they know you frequent a store
like a dam 7-11, to get a snack or a drink before you get to Atlantic
City, and have someone waiting for you to mess with you, and anything
that is done good or bad to a player, if you begin playing soon
thereafter, will effect the interaction with cosmos to that
particular player, some call that, their “LUCK”, and casino
owners all know better; and this
secret is kept so hush-hush, that if I ever had a real following, and
people took me fucking seriously, we all would be literally in danger
of our lives; oh great sir, President Bearhugs Pizzaman Obama,
kind friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
here's my mother fuckiGN point, ladies and gentlemen. If
I could not be as bothered by these harassment's, even the cable box
being hit back on Wednesday, or this morning's nasty fucking outside
car stereo assault at 7:17 this morning; then less energy that
is needed by all humans to exist in a physical plane of reality from
womb to tomb; would be sucked away from me. This is an energy that is
part of one large total, given to us all when we begin our lives, and
it slowly drains away until we have none at all, and that literally
and nothing else, is the reason that we die, and no, there is no
known way, not even in the future at the great mighty World
Laboratory, of ever being able to replenish this energy to living
humans. When it is gone, it is hone, just like mother fuckiGN tooth
enamel, or so goes the TV-ad-spots, YO! Now when enemies hurt me with
these sieges, this does not necessarily remove a large chunk of my
energy for that day or time, or whatever, as you might expect, if
things were ever 1-2-3 easy as pie, all great Target stores; then
this would be quite easily explainable by me to you on this one
little blog, and I would have attempted to do just this a long time
ago, kind folks, BRAHHHH!!!!!
Not
only is the attack that is perpetrated upon me, done to accomplish
this precise stealthy covert invisible purpose, ''BUTTTTTTTTTTTT;
BIG-ASS-BUTTTTTTTTTTTT'', as I said all the time, when my
blogs were fucking brand new, in 2006-2008, and you can archive
these older blogs at any time, with a simple click, on the pasted in
page for doing just that; but yes, more is involved and this goes
right to a fave topic on always-current social media, BULLYING, as
basically, I am being bullied by these billionaire fucking bastards,
so I ask all of you, just what is the difference except for my
fucking shit being way harder to ever prove, and may claims of it
just makes me appear to be an endless DOCTOR
BRUCE GOLDBERG NUT, to quote this great man, and his great
book, “Time Travelers From Our
Future”, you should go up on Amazon or anywhere online,
or the mall and the book store in the RW, and get this great book,
and see the entire chapter that he devotes to this very exact item
being talked about right now on this blog by the
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So moving this right along here, it is not
just the assaults on me by this enemy MILI-2-Force (M2f)
(Milituforce) (TAWF) (RAW-Robert
Andrews Whatever),
but rather, HOW I RESPOND TO THEM. If I allow this monster to be fed,
according to Prosecutor Wirtz, back in 1991, then I will lose more
energy as a net effect of the attack, or in other words, I may not be
able to stop these attacks or even ever get them noticed so I can
bring these evil rotten fuckiGN jerk offs to justice,
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT, BIG ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, kind folks, I
can indeed, HOPEFULLY; lessen the amount of my total energy lost as a
result of going through them, BY MY
REACTIONS TO THEM, IE, how I respond to them; and it ain't
easy, so don't go fucking thinking for a dam New York Microsecond,
that it is; kind people, YO!!!!!!!!
JANE
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ROTTEN WHORE NOTFONDAU,
JUST STRUCK ME, WHILE I WAS DOING THE PREVIOUS
PARAGRAPH; WITH HER NASTY-ASS FUCKING 'PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN',
MAKING ME SEE A FOUR UGLY ONE-STRING, A---G---A---I---N, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!! Oh do I hate that mother fucking water witch bitch!!!
Here
are my nice fives, as a compensation; YO YO YO YO YO YO MY
BREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AUGUST
28, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 8:52,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 96%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
WIND
IS PRACTICALLY NEGLIGIBLE.
Hopefully,
not the calm before the storm, YO!
The
Callio problem might have begun in early 1997, and the Sarah Krassle
problem as I know it presently, back in 1995, after my hypnotherapy
at Mark Wolf's Clinic, in Moorestown, that retrieved the beginning of
memories long forgotten to me; but this is just the peach fuzz ice
shavings off the berg that sunk the mother fucking Titanic,back 105
dam ass years ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, I will go on and
on and on and you will probably say, fuck this shit, and leave to
read the next blog.
A
lot of people will read my words and refuse to ever take them
seriously, but I know, as did Eddie Lynch back nearly a decade back
now; that if just one or two peeps do indeed take my shit seriously,
and have any clout at all; this will be the day the world moved in
hyperspace, way bigger than any of the Blucran And Company Clan ever
could!!!!!!!!!! Don't die on me Steve Neoho and Patty and Santa and
Pointer Fairytale Tellers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
only thing I can say that may be believed by the majority of this
viewership that I occasionally refer to as MY BLOGAUD; is that I
appear to be going through something just about as unnatural and nuts
as it gets. 99.99% will then go onto think, and so, I must be a total
whack job. That is the way normal people connect the dots with stuff.
That is a pitiful dam shame for me, Adam Schiff and Deedee
Anderton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA.
The
Weather Channel shows Fort Pierce at 73 degrees and so does The
Weather Bug (TWB) SOOOOOOO, Mister Arthur Crane, I could just say,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
Yes
sir Mister Deedee Anderton of the greatest law show ever in the
history of television, “L&O”, to quote you sir,
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
No
one on Earth can most likely relate better to that, than good old
little freaking me! AHA!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
92
And
Vicki, Sarah, and Frank's flowers, BRAH.
And
Vicki, Sarah, and Frank's flowers, BRAH.
And
Vicki, Sarah, and Frank's flowers, BRAH.
And
Vicki, Sarah, and Frank's flowers, BRAH.
HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
CHAPTER
50
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
I
LOVE YOU GODDESS DIANA, MY WONDERFUL LIGHTNING. THANK YOU FOR BEING
HERE FOR ME AS I WAS GETTING HOME FROM THE GROCERY STORE AND THE
GOOD-WILL STORE. YOUR COLORS ARE, AS ALWAYS, BEYOND SPLENDID AND ALL
STRIKING, AND YOU ARE BEYOND WHITE HOT, MY ENDLESS LOVE
BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
had some errands to do Sheriff Mascara sir, and got back, and the
crows surrounded the building where I live, and then came the
thunder-storm.There is no rain coming down here in this part of Fort
Pierce, just some lovely gorgeous displays of C-G Lightning. You
mother fucking missed me Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Bitchshit. My
computer clock that runs an hour slow during savings time said 1:12.
You make me fucking violently ill at my guts, Jane!!!!!!!!!!!! This
close call with ONES still causes me to do this, kind people out
here!
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Keep
flashing all around me, lovely baby-blond teen Goddess!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, this is wonderful. The only thing better is when I am
with my lovely girl out in 'the purg'. Funny how no one puts things
together after millennia of living or dreaming
here really. You get into a traumatic event like a serious car wreck,
and then you DREAM about that, or most do. Or someone who you love
dies, and yes, you dream of them, or most do. All traumatic things
cause towel seepage effects in localized and sometimes even in more
distant hyperspace. But it takes a serious practicing
Astral-Projectionist or user of the Fascitar-6-10, to actually
realize that their truer self is already there in the infinite
purgatory. This sensation or really, the human waking world memories
of things upon 'awakening' back into physical body self, is known by
occult practitioners and psychics alike, as Astral-Projection or to
the Eckankar Religion, and they claim to have a © protection on the
term and they probably do although so many use it for a long time,
and that is, 'soul-travel'. Some confuse dream travel or natural
hyperspace traveling, (dreaming).
I
am on a major roll for seeing tons of very tall and even giant sized
girls and women all over the place. When an abnormal preponderance of
over height women are surrounding my proximity wherever I go while
outside on errands or whatever, and this goes for the past several
decades of time now, my kind folks; things are very bad for me,
magnetically or my [personal interaction with the cosmos, some call
this by the name/term 'luck', all the same, just like Allah, and
Elohim, and Jehovah. It's all one great Goddess, even if she does
manage to major piss me fuckiGN off all the time, by abandoning me,
and playing her endless stupid gamer-games with me!!!!! I am tired of
this dream-avatar Mark Mohr shell, please, just fuckiGN kill me if
that's what you want so badly, SJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
thirteen minutes shy of fuckiGN two while walking into my PHA
Building with my items, a major nasty fucking death-chemtrail was
being made above me, even in the major fucking ominous dark angry
overcast cloud conditions all around. This is when Diana came to
flash around me to let these cock suckers fuckiGN know they're being
watched by her and that she will kill these evil fuckiGN bastards
eventually, in ways to horrible for them to ever even mother fucking
imagine, even if it is after their first-death, to quote Biblical
Scriptures, to the dam fucking tee, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told you all that the stock market would fly and fly and fly, when
they start up the major death siege and demonic torture of me. These
'cappy pigs' will always use their monster demonic fuckiGN evil
technology of parallel event, applied and used intentionally,
meaning hurt and fuck with poor me endlessly, and then up goes the
fuckiGN stock market. This pattern of parallel of me down and it up
is three decades or so old now, well established, and is not going to
take a fucking coffee break any fuckiGN cunt time soon, folks,
YO!!!!!!!! Here comes their dirt bag fuckiGN cunt lapping
WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, FCC-BOB MCDOWELL OR HIS SUCCESSOR, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
at half past two, it is pouring down rain outside my window here in
northeast Fort Fucking Pierce, Florida. Crows love to take
flying-bird-baths, and fly all around in it, while my larger ravens
and hawks and buzzards all get out of the rain, and most of them fly
north during these more sweltering months here, aniwho,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Humidity
is 70% during a heavy rain according to TWB, I am wondering how
accurate this weather shit really is, as I thought heavy rain and
100% humidity, sort of mirror imaged each other; huh, Sidney Crown
Earjack Perfectpennock Ripperton????????
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THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT LIVES ON
954-265-0000
Richard M. Harrell, MD Richard M. Harrell, MD
Specialties:
Endocrinology
The agent is sending you to
http://www.mhs.net/physicians/search-results/searchtype/bylastname/.
Hey,
at least the dam agent isn't sending me to DOGTOWN. That's a part of
'the purg' that you want nothing to do with, folks; not ever never,
never ever!!!
My 1985 doctor M. Miller Bittle, ''My Philadelphia
Father'' book.
GONE, unable to locate.
I
am sorry if you took any flack, Mister BonJovi, with my using my
daughter's driving instructions as a sampling for the harmony music
track mix in my 2012 remade song, called, “You'll Be Crossing
Over”; YO DUDE!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
GODDESS DAM GREAT SAVANTS KNOW THE FOLLOWING TWO WORDS:
The
Endocrinologists--no-no-no,--(THE END).
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