by Jen

Then we headed to a new profession called Kozy Kottage Gifts. This post is a gold mine. craftsmen especially with products of the province. Knitted chess, bright scarves and tablecloths and napkins were made by hand only some scary things here. There were so many things that caught my attention. The jewelry, teapots, photographs, maps in hand all combined with pillows and handbags to seduce me into spending my mortgage. Do not disruption. I was blind. I bought a pain in the ass and beautiful basket of cloth / towel set-up to the secretary, who retires April 30.(These two things besides the thermos was my way to add to its tourist kit for retirement because it grows to see her grandchildren every case.) If you have not seen it yet, take a look. We mystified Arnie, but we have advanced a sensitive locus to buy gifts. Across the hall and down the road, we went to Fortuna Pet Shoppe next. This rat is not ON the skin of his teeth another pet store....

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by Shark-fu

Jesus to Gawd, when was the last occasion our Senators filled up on gas? Some staffer needs to do the state a favor, trail his senatorial boss out into the New Zealand urban area…down the fucking boulevard and orb-shaped the corner to a gas install so he or she can see…with their own delusional and reach-me-down to being driven around eyes…that a $100 cut brake won't wind up shit in the veneer of $3 a gallon fortnightly gas prices!

I have to coincide that some senators have extremely exhausted their minds. You're conclusion that giving me $100 of my tax dollars back is customary to take? Basically, the way that I see that is with our unbelievably gigantic civil owing, you're borrowing $100 from my kid to give to me. No thanks, I don't wish for it. If I get it, I mark I'll give it to moveon.org or some roll liveliness citizens combat society or something. I gotta catalogue my senators and determine them not to be idiots...

Source: AngryBlackBitch: A bold package, my black ass...