GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 75
Hey,
don't let me pooh-pooh all over the world with my rotten attitude
here, lovely gorgeous TWINBAY from Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey.
It's just that I am under something called the Huntington Curse, and
as I am here hanging around, hanging in there, and all hung up on the
garbage of Planet-Earth, etcetera-etcetera, YO; I sometimes forget to
smile or be all that positive and beaming with freaking joy!!!!
Now
much of the American northeast is being clocked and pummeled with
winter storm Jonas or however they spell this storm's name, and even
here in Florida, it is being a very typical late January type of
afternoon, and this middle January through early March period of 6-8
weeks, is our little usually wimpy winter, but sometimes, it gets
quite 'winterish' for those whose blood gets all thinned out from
living here in sunny paradise south central Florida-USA.
JANUARY
5, 2016,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:10,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 56 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-56/L-51).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 49%, AND WIND CHILL IS 50 .
WIND
IS WNW AT 26, WITH HEAVY GUSTING TO 41.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
Well
I may have done a quick little RON WIRTZ TEST REACTION back last week
to try and crash the markets for good, but at least I did not plan on
never telling. Morianity
sometimes runs quick temporary con jobs on its Milituforce enemies,
but it always comes clean and admits the test within a usually short
period of time. Unlike the news media reports on talk show lovely
Ellen, I promise you, I DO NOT LIE. Hey, for all I know, she doesn't
either, and to be quite HONEST, I don't have a clue what the buzz is
all about today with this, here on 1-23-16, it merely shows up on my
'TWB'-Application (APP). WEEEEEEE!
Jeepers-creepers
peeps and peepers; the maintenance guy was over here at around twenty
minutes shy of eleven this morning, and had the hugest toilet
plumbers snake I ever saw in my life, and really dredged me out and
saved my life. He said to use the great RIDDEX
product
every couple months, for alleviating my problems of shit-clogging. I
should have known this and been on top of it, but that is how my
enemy-fawces operate. By continuously fucking me day and night around
the clock, 24-7-365.2422 for thirty god dam years, it sort of fucking
screws up your normal thought processes, and I suppose is precisely
what their plan and goal and objectives are all about, when you start
to think and meditate on it seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
phone worked and connected me earlier, to the PHA maintenance
emergency after hours number. Praise the great Almighty
Lordess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hot
holy hog hiccup puke, kind people; this has not been a good year for
me, and that is about as stupid a thing to say as anything possible.
This is because I have not had a good year ever since middle 1986
forever altered my cunt chewing miserable life. As I speak-type, a
major hack struck me while typing my word document, and suddenly my
system connected up to some stupid internet site. I was able to stop
it!
When
you have an enemy like PPK and her great family from washcloth hell
messing with you, YOU'RE SUNK BEFORE YOUR SHIP LEAVES THE MOTHER
FUCKING DOCK PORT, AND IPYT FOLKS!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM. TANX!
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
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With
or without expressing my appreciation or salutations in general, or
attempting to describe or narrate any concepts of the great powerful
guns of Naverone, allow me please, Uncle
Heinz Gozzwald
of Babylon, New York, or ''permit cameras me in 1972'' to say this: I
am not a pip, Mister Mummy and Mister Klugman. I do understand the
truth about the MIND-REALM (the D-6) and the five dimensions that
become a reality in the worlds of truth and matter on the tangible
and caporial realm of hyperspace, and yes, I
never asked for any of this mother fuckiGN bullshit.
I swear that on my oath as an American free born legal non-trumped
citizen, and under my eternal Huntington family curse, and on my
awesome GODDESS
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE,
who a billion or so persons on this planet, simply know as “GOD”;
as that is all they choose to want to ever know about her; huh Karen
Simons? Tell Jim, thanks for helping me prove a lot of stuff about
good old 10-SC Avenue. Oh well, you are another member of the great
crowd, so
don't feel bad, to quote the wonderful Sharon Payne from 1967, at
Haddon Township High School,
in Westmont-World-Labs of New Jersey, that haven't happened yet. I
could cry or scream, or even throw shoes all over the room, but I
only have one pair of shoes, so why ruin them and walk around in
socks and blisters. I can still scream and cry, but I'll save that
for a visit to my kid's place someday, if ever invited which is
extremely doubtful, and she puts on one of her fave horror
flicks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
sheeeeeeit, Freddy Elm!
IWALU
PINK
GODDESS,
NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME, FOR ALL
ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Give my best to Gary Mitchell, and
Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are a zillion reasons why PINK
GODDESS
hovers out beyond the MWG and uses the GTNOTG to play her endless
games. As Morianity progresses endlessly forward, we will begin
exploring a whole lot more of this wild shit. IPYT ladies and
gentlemen. For right now, may fortune favor the foolish, and
ministers and angels of grace defend us all, Daddy Spaceplatforms of
January 1974!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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